“I keep walking along the aisle, with patients cubicles on both sides. The nurses who’re passing by give me a bright smile, hoping for me to greet them back. Sometimes I throw a vivid glimpse to the patients and give them a peaceful expression, a calmness that they are hoping for. At the very end of the aisle, there is a room, the room that I’m heading to. On that door, my name, ’Dr.Atikullah’ is carved on the oak-wooden piece. “
Hopefully, it’s not only my dream; I’m now on the right tract. But still, the road that I had taken is full of misfortunes, which sometimes will bother me along the way. I’m afraid that my eagerness is only for certain time, that really depend on my frame of mind.
O’ Allah, give me the strength, lead me through this journey~