In the Depth of the Heart - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Continuation – Tariq’s House, After Rauf Gera’s Departure
As Rauf Gera walked out of the living room with pride in his stride, a heavy silence settled between Kamal and Tariq. Tariq sighed deeply and turned his gaze toward Kamal — who was now pacing slowly across the room, twisting his fingers, his face tight with anger.
> Tariq, eyes wide in frustration:
“Kamal! I’m always trying to make peace between you and your father, yet you keep fueling the fire. This won’t help anything!”
> Kamal, suddenly halting, voice sharp:
“I don’t want peace with that man. He is not my father! And don’t you ever call him that again. If you’re tired of having me in your house, just say it — I’ll pack my things and leave!”
He said it with a shaky kind of defiance. His voice echoed through the living room, loud and raw, his eyes filled with tears and hatred.
Tariq stared at him with pained silence as Kamal stormed off toward the stairs, climbing them with forceful steps like trying to stomp out the fury within him.
> Munir, gently trying to calm him:
“Kamal, what about school?”
> Kamal, without looking back:
“You go. I’m not coming. I’ll see you later.”
His footsteps thundered against the staircase as he disappeared upstairs.
> Tariq, turning to Munir, voice tinged with worry:
“Tell me the truth. Has he taken anything again?”
> Munir, shaking his head quickly:
“No. I swear, nothing. He just can’t bear seeing his father. It hurts him more than it angers him.”
> Tariq, closing his eyes with a sigh:
“May God guide him.”
At the Hospital – Dr. Ragav’s Office
In the main meeting room for senior doctors, a critical meeting had just concluded. It was focused on the behavior and performance of students doing their clinical rotations. One of the consultants, Dr. Rajvil, brought up Zuhra’s name during the discussion.
> Dr. Rajvil:
“This Zuhra… she doesn’t seem mentally present. Almost like she’s being forced to be here. Or maybe she just lacks interest.”
The others nodded. Some even added their complaints — that she lacked energy in the ward, often stood lost in thought, and didn’t engage much with the nurses.
Dr. Ragav, who led the session, listened quietly. After they wrapped up the meeting, he finally spoke:
> Dr. Ragav:
“Leave her case to me. I’ll talk to her personally. God willing, she’ll improve.”
At the Ward
Zuhra was in the ward, receiving instructions from a nurse about a patient who needed urgent care. She was in her white coat, ID card hanging from her neck, but her face bore the weight of inner conflict.
As Dr. Ragav walked past from a distance, he caught sight of her. He paused and called:
> Dr. Ragav:
“Zuhra. When you’re done there, come see me in my office.”
> Zuhra:
“Yes, sir.”
Dr. Ragav’s Office – A Few Minutes Later
Zuhra entered the office quietly and stood respectfully at the doorway.
> Dr. Ragav, looking up:
“Please, sit down, Zuhra.”
She sat, nervously clenching her hands between her knees, eyes cast down.
> Dr. Ragav:
“I’ve received multiple reports today about your performance. Some doctors feel you lack focus, don’t interact with patients, and seem to be going through the motions just to finish the posting.”
Zuhra closed her eyes, a silent storm building inside.
> Dr. Ragav, gently but firmly:
“This profession is not a game, Zuhra. Lives are at stake. If there’s a problem — mentally or emotionally — I’d rather you speak up, seek help, and improve. I believe you have potential. But you must work with your heart.”
He paused. Then lowered his voice, speaking with compassion:
> Dr. Ragav:
“Fix this, Zuhra. If not, we may have to remove you from the rotation. And that could affect everything moving forward.”
Zuhra nodded slowly, her eyes shimmering with unspoken tears — but she forced a weak smile in reply.
Zuhra Leaving the Office
Zuhra walked out of the office like someone walking away from a verdict. Her steps were slow, burdened by fear and guilt. Not because she didn’t want to improve — but because she wasn’t passionate about this life. Yet… she had no other option. Not right now.
> Zuhra (in her heart):
“I want to do well. I want to make them proud. But this… this isn’t my dream.”
She let out a silent sigh and walked back toward the ward, resolved to play her part — even if her heart still whispered songs of another life.
As Rauf Gera walked out of the living room with pride in his stride, a heavy silence settled between Kamal and Tariq. Tariq sighed deeply and turned his gaze toward Kamal — who was now pacing slowly across the room, twisting his fingers, his face tight with anger.
> Tariq, eyes wide in frustration:
“Kamal! I’m always trying to make peace between you and your father, yet you keep fueling the fire. This won’t help anything!”
> Kamal, suddenly halting, voice sharp:
“I don’t want peace with that man. He is not my father! And don’t you ever call him that again. If you’re tired of having me in your house, just say it — I’ll pack my things and leave!”
He said it with a shaky kind of defiance. His voice echoed through the living room, loud and raw, his eyes filled with tears and hatred.
Tariq stared at him with pained silence as Kamal stormed off toward the stairs, climbing them with forceful steps like trying to stomp out the fury within him.
> Munir, gently trying to calm him:
“Kamal, what about school?”
> Kamal, without looking back:
“You go. I’m not coming. I’ll see you later.”
His footsteps thundered against the staircase as he disappeared upstairs.
> Tariq, turning to Munir, voice tinged with worry:
“Tell me the truth. Has he taken anything again?”
> Munir, shaking his head quickly:
“No. I swear, nothing. He just can’t bear seeing his father. It hurts him more than it angers him.”
> Tariq, closing his eyes with a sigh:
“May God guide him.”
At the Hospital – Dr. Ragav’s Office
In the main meeting room for senior doctors, a critical meeting had just concluded. It was focused on the behavior and performance of students doing their clinical rotations. One of the consultants, Dr. Rajvil, brought up Zuhra’s name during the discussion.
> Dr. Rajvil:
“This Zuhra… she doesn’t seem mentally present. Almost like she’s being forced to be here. Or maybe she just lacks interest.”
The others nodded. Some even added their complaints — that she lacked energy in the ward, often stood lost in thought, and didn’t engage much with the nurses.
Dr. Ragav, who led the session, listened quietly. After they wrapped up the meeting, he finally spoke:
> Dr. Ragav:
“Leave her case to me. I’ll talk to her personally. God willing, she’ll improve.”
At the Ward
Zuhra was in the ward, receiving instructions from a nurse about a patient who needed urgent care. She was in her white coat, ID card hanging from her neck, but her face bore the weight of inner conflict.
As Dr. Ragav walked past from a distance, he caught sight of her. He paused and called:
> Dr. Ragav:
“Zuhra. When you’re done there, come see me in my office.”
> Zuhra:
“Yes, sir.”
Dr. Ragav’s Office – A Few Minutes Later
Zuhra entered the office quietly and stood respectfully at the doorway.
> Dr. Ragav, looking up:
“Please, sit down, Zuhra.”
She sat, nervously clenching her hands between her knees, eyes cast down.
> Dr. Ragav:
“I’ve received multiple reports today about your performance. Some doctors feel you lack focus, don’t interact with patients, and seem to be going through the motions just to finish the posting.”
Zuhra closed her eyes, a silent storm building inside.
> Dr. Ragav, gently but firmly:
“This profession is not a game, Zuhra. Lives are at stake. If there’s a problem — mentally or emotionally — I’d rather you speak up, seek help, and improve. I believe you have potential. But you must work with your heart.”
He paused. Then lowered his voice, speaking with compassion:
> Dr. Ragav:
“Fix this, Zuhra. If not, we may have to remove you from the rotation. And that could affect everything moving forward.”
Zuhra nodded slowly, her eyes shimmering with unspoken tears — but she forced a weak smile in reply.
Zuhra Leaving the Office
Zuhra walked out of the office like someone walking away from a verdict. Her steps were slow, burdened by fear and guilt. Not because she didn’t want to improve — but because she wasn’t passionate about this life. Yet… she had no other option. Not right now.
> Zuhra (in her heart):
“I want to do well. I want to make them proud. But this… this isn’t my dream.”
She let out a silent sigh and walked back toward the ward, resolved to play her part — even if her heart still whispered songs of another life.
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