Bitter truth

Chapter 1

Fatima's pov:

I again woke up in the middle of the night. I think this nightmares will never leave me alone. They became a part of my life. After every nightmare I just can't sleep again. I'm not complaining but why every bad thing happens to me.

I think I deserve this for what I did to him. But it was 6 years ago. I guess time doesn't heal somethings instead they tell us everyday about our mistakes, our flaws, our insecurity and our fears.

I want to sleep again but I just can't see those horrible moments of my life repeating again and again. So I decided to get up from this bed and offer my tahajjud prayer.

It was 4 in the morning but I'm already so so tired. I don't know how today's interview will go. I just wish this hospital to be fine without those corruption. I just can't understand why doctors are becoming so commercial, isn't our job is to treat patients without thinking about money.

It was around 7am I decided to get ready for this day. I don't know how things will go today. I really need this job. I took a shower and got ready for today. I again skipped today's breakfast. I never feel like eating maybe it's because I'm so lazy or I just don't want to eat alone.

I got down from my apartment after making sure I locked my door but again what's the use, even if some robber come to my apartment what will he get a few thousand rupees or some cup noodles.

I'm just thankful I've some decent clothes to wear. I was never this poor before. I used to have everything I ever wanted but it was a long time ago. I went to my parking lot and got in my car. Yes ofcourse I've car not the expensive one but I can still manage.

I'm just thankful I'm a lot better than million people out there. I don't know when I reached but I was standing outside of this big hospital. I can see patients flooding inside.

I took a deep breath before going inside ofcourse I am so nervous how can't I be. After reciting some verses of Quran I went inside.

"Excuse me...Assalam ul alaikum." I said to the women who was sitting on the reception.

"Walikum as salaam yes mam, how can I help you?" She asked politely.

She looked kind and she was speaking so softly. I totally forgot that there are some good people left in this world, ofcourse I was not the one of them but I'm trying to be.

"Umm.. Actually I came here...for an interview." Why do I sound so pathetic.

"Oh. Okay can you please wait for a minute I'll ask sir if he is free."

"Yeah.. Sure."

"Do you have appointment here?"

"Yes."

She called someone and was asking if they are free. I just wish some female to take my interview. I can't imagine myself and a man alone in a room. If that's the case then for sure I'll get a panic attack. I just can't talk to man after what happened in my past. Fatima please forget those things, you need this job. You can do this. My thoughts got interrupted by that same receptionist.

"Mam can I get your name?"

"Dr Fatima Aziz."

"Okay. Sir said he will call you in an hour."

Shit. Again my interview is with a man. Why just why. Relax Fatima relax. Take some deep breath everything will be fine.

"O.. Okay."

It was almost half an hour and I'm sitting here like a stone. My nervousness is at peak. I just hope everything will be fine. I can't risk this job. I just hope they are not so corrupted like the other hospitals. My thoughts got interrupted again by a little girl. She was running while crying mess.