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ERDiaries : Kalma Parh Dijiye !



Madam , Aap unke kaan me Kalma Parh Dijiye , Please !
- a young man requested me , even before I stepped into the ER . I had no clue what he was talking about , who he was. 

At the entrance itself I see the entire ER team trying to resuscitate a lady .  After about 13 months I saw a collapsed human. I was not scared but puzzled . I placed my bag . Stood there clueless. The team was handling it like a pro and I had no idea how to contribute . 

The head nurse enquired who I was . We didn’t happen to meet on my Day 1 in ER. The Resident Doctor  Dr. Waheeja ? ( Name Killed. It’s ok . Quite used to it .) 

Yes sir .

Done with BLS class. 

Yes sir . I said hesitantly ( 9 months ago.) 

He asked me to join the team . The nursing team gave me a death stare after seeing my CPR attempts . It seemed like a massage . I don’t know what went wrong with my muscle power . My attempts were nothing close to How CPR is done . I tried to threaten my brain . Brush down my anxiety . Bury my panic mode . Nothing worked. I totally sympathise with ladies on maternity leave (9 months ) . It takes time to get back to work zone .

The young man appeared in the ER again . He saw me trying to resuscitate and repeated , aap kalma please Parh Dijiye . The entire ER team looked at me puzzled . 

You know him? What did he just say?

I gave a blank expression. Even before I could reply , they went back to 30:2 . 

To people who don’t know what it means . This is the last sentence every Muslim wishes to pray on his death bed , it means :
La ilah illaAllah Muhammad rasoolAllah means 
(Translation: 'There is absolutely no deity worthy of worship except Allah, and Muhammed (saws) is the Messenger of Allah.')
So he basically wanted me to read it for her.

After 40 minutes of CPR we could not revive the patient . We lost her . 
The OH SO DUMB ! Stare by the paramedics  diminished after my 0 years 0 months of work experience was revealed . Meanwhile , I had a moment of silence for all the Cool , fantastic things I had learnt during my internship. How did they just disappear , did the 9 months of nothingness rot them all or it was sheer panic that left me miserable. 

After enough introspection , I came to a conclusion that panic kills it all. 

So far so much



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