How cute!
Look at the peace on the face.
As I take my cup of tea mixture, heading towards the microwave, I meet Uzma (my friend in anaesthesia departement). She looks worried and lost.
Zarka : Whats up
Uzma : I ve lost my keys to the PCI (whatever that means) and you don't know what a big deal it is!
Zarka : Ohhhh
Uzma : I ve lost them in this gynaecology unit and just could not find them.
I give her an understanding look.
Uzma : What are you doing around here?
Zarka : Our call rooms are located here.
We then part our ways. A thought comes to my mind and I turn around and almost yell at Uzma.
Zarka : Why dont you read that Ayat , ummmmmm
Uzma : I AM reciting, INNALILLAHI WAINNAILAIHIROJIUN.
I turn back and could not help smiling.
As I take my cup of tea mixture, heading towards the microwave, I meet Uzma (my friend in anaesthesia departement). She looks worried and lost.
Zarka : Whats up
Uzma : I ve lost my keys to the PCI (whatever that means) and you don't know what a big deal it is!
Zarka : Ohhhh
Uzma : I ve lost them in this gynaecology unit and just could not find them.
I give her an understanding look.
Uzma : What are you doing around here?
Zarka : Our call rooms are located here.
We then part our ways. A thought comes to my mind and I turn around and almost yell at Uzma.
Zarka : Why dont you read that Ayat , ummmmmm
Uzma : I AM reciting, INNALILLAHI WAINNAILAIHIROJIUN.
I turn back and could not help smiling. I brew my cup of tea which has sprinkles of coffee in it. Perfectly done, I head back to the call rooms. 'I' ll have tea, do some net surfing, maybe study a bit, try that new hairstyle', my mind races.
On the way I see a newly born baby in a cot, sleeping peacefully. I stop to take a closer look. The baby looks beautiful. The cheeks pink. Look at the peace on the face.
Welcome to this world. . . . .
