At one point, I was so sick looking at the needle. I was tired to get blood taken. Besides, I'm always having trouble to get phlebotomy (get blood taken) as my vein is so tiny.
and you know what, the doctors and nurses told me,
You'll master it once you become a doctor soon.
Amin.
That was before.
For now, alhamdulillah.
In a different context, my friends and I were talking about death last night, and it makes me remember those time. My senior told me one of her friends passed away last week. They're now collecting some donations among the deceased's relatives and friends. and it's to perform hajj on the deceased behalf. This turns me into silent for while. Are we ever really ready to die?
Last time, these are amongst thousands thought that was lingering in my mind
- Will I able to pass second year this academic year despite of absence from classes? Will I able to finish Meds school and become a competent doctor? Am I fit enough?
- I wanna see my family.
- What I've contribute to others? Nothing?
It was never easy, you know. Dunya, and it always about it. Sigh.
and last questions,
If we die, how we gonna die? what do we leave(contribution, etc) and what would people remember us at? Positivism, good deeds or vice verse.
Regards,
Atikah
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