Kolkata, 7 Ramadan 1445
Author POV
Sadiqah got out of the taxi that drove her to campus. At the same time Sadiqah saw Ruqayyah getting out of the taxi she was in. Ruqayyah's taxi was in front of the taxi Sadiqah was carrying. Sadiqah chased after Ruqayyah who was walking towards the campus. Ruqayyah knew that Sadiqah was chasing her, but she kept walking. Finally, Ruqayyah stopped walking because the road she was crossing was still busy with vehicles.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Said Sadiqah as she was beside Ruqayyah who was waiting to cross.
"Wa’alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Said Ruqayyah because Ruqayyah knew that answering the legal greeting was obligatory.
"Ruqayyah, can we talk for a moment? I have proof that my mother is innocent. So please listen to my explanation. And let's end this dispute and misunderstanding. It's not good if our two families are constantly fighting. Didn't you promise me to help me reconcile the two families? So please listen to me this time." Said Sadiqah.
Ruqayyah said nothing because she felt uncomfortable with Sadiqah's words. Ruqayyah wasn't ready to accept any explanation from Sadiqah. Therefore, Ruqayyah thought of leaving that place immediately. Finally Ruqayyah crossed the road in front of her without paying attention to her surroundings. Sadiqah saw a sedan almost hit Ruqayyah.
Ruqayyah (19) POV
I felt someone's hand pushing me, until I fell and my hand was scratched a little when it rubbed against the asphalt. I also heard the sound of the sedan speeding up behind me. It means someone saved me from an accident. I looked to the right, and I saw Sadiqah lying unconscious near me. I checked her breath, and Sadiqah's pulse. Sadiqah is still breathing, and still has a pulse. If Sadiqah is not breathing then I have to give rescue breaths as first aid for an accident.
"Please ... please ..." I said looking for help.
Several people finally came, and helped me carry Sadiqah into the taxi. In the taxi the people lulled Sadiqah on my lap, and a volunteer mother. After that, I tied a cloth at the top of the wound so that the blood wouldn't continue to flow. Finally we arrived at the nearest hospital which is approximately 3 km from our university. The health worker immediately picked us up on a stretcher and took Sadiqah to the treatment room. I got out of the taxi while the mother who had helped Sadiqah still didn't move from her seat.
"Better, mom just go home by taxi. I'll keep my friend here. Thank you for your help." I said to the mother who volunteered earlier.
"You're welcome. Excuse me." Said the mother then the taxi that had taken us walking back brought the mother back to her house.
I walked following the health worker who brought Sadiqah to the treatment room. After Sadiqah entered the treatment room, I headed to the administration department.
“What can I do for you ?" Asked the hospital administration officer in a friendly manner as soon as she saw me walking closer.
"My friend had an accident and then I took her to this hospital. The health worker has brought my friend to treatment room no. 404 because of her condition. I am here to take care of the administration of my friend's care." I said to the hospital administration officer.
"Please fill out the following registration form, and immediately contact the patient's family." Said the hospital administration officer as she handed me the paper form.
I received the paper form.
***
Author POV
Mr. Salman walked hastily to the houses of Grandma Sumayyah, and Mrs. Salamah.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Said Mr. Salman beside the door of Grandma Sumayyah's house.
"Wa’alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" Mrs. Salamah replied, and Grandma Sumayyah opened the door.
Mrs. Salamah, and Grandma Sumayyah were stunned for a moment to see the arrival of Mr. Salman who looked worried and worried to be one.
"What's wrong, Salman?" Asked Mrs. Salamah.
"Ruqayyah told me that Sadiqah had an accident and was treated in the hospital." Mr. Salman answered.
Mrs. Salamah, and Grandma Sumayyah became anxious and worried after hearing the news from Mr. Salman. Mrs. Salamah took her cellphone.
"What are you going to do, Salamah?" Asked Pak Salman.
"I'll order a taxi." Replied Mrs. Salamah.
"No. We're leaving together in my car." Said Mr. Salman.
"No Salman, we don't want to trouble you." Said Mrs. Salamah.
"Greetings, ordering a taxi will take up a lot of time." Said Mr. Salman.
Finally Mrs. Salamah put her cell phone back, and didn't order a taxi. In her heart, Mrs. Salamah did not want to accept Mr. Salman's help because she was used to handling everything herself. But for the sake of Sadiqah, Mrs. Salamah brushed off all these feelings. Finally Pak Salman, Mrs. Salamah, and Grandma Sumayyah were ready to go to the hospital, but before they got into the car they were stopped by Grandma Pakizah.
"Salman, where are you going with these two enemies? They must have done something so that you sympathize with them. Salamah, you must have done something right, to the point that my son Salman wants to go with you. Just admit it Salamah. Salamah, I am warn you one last time, never approach my son, or it won't be good." Said Grandma Pakizah angrily because she saw her son close to his enemy.
"Mother, we are going to the hospital because Sadiqah had an accident." Mr. Salman answered, forgetting to ask his mother's permission.
"Mother won't let you go. Let them take care of their own family." Said Grandma Pakizah.
Mrs. Salamah had already guessed that this would happen, so she had rejected Pak Salman's offer. Her heart was eager to see the condition of her child, but Mrs. Salamah had to get into an argument with Grandma Pakizah.
"Salman, we'll just go by taxi." Said Mrs. Salamah who didn't want to argue.
"No Salamah. Mother, let me go. Sadiqah had an accident trying to save Ruqayyah." Said Pak Salman trying to persuade his mother.
"What ?" Grandma Pakizah asked in surprise.
"Yes, mother. Sadiqah saved Ruqayyah from a traffic accident, but it was Sadiqah herself who had the accident." Said Mr. Salman.
"Okay, I let you go but I'm coming with you." Said Grandma Pakizah.
Finally Mr. Salman, Grandma Pakizah, Mrs. Salamah, and Grandma Sumayyah went together to the hospital where Sadiqah was treated using Mr. Salman's car. Pak Salman and Grandma Pakizah sat in the front seats Mrs. Salamah and Grandma Sumayyah sat in the back seats. Arriving at the hospital, they went straight to the hospital administration.
"What can I di for you?" Asked the hospital receptionist in a friendly manner.
"I want to visit my daughter, but I don't know which room she is in." Replied Mrs. Salamah.
"What is your daughter's name?" Ask the receptionist.
"Her name is Sadiqah." Replied Mrs. Salamah.
The receptionist checks the list of patients at the hospital on his computer.
"Sorry, mother, but I did not find a patient with that name. The name of your child has not been registered at this hospital. It is better if you ask the person who brought your child to the hospital where the mother’s child is being treated, because the patients really need treatment. Immediately they are usually immediately taken to the treatment room without having to register first. This is our hospital policy. Or maybe the person who brought the mother's child to the hospital still hasn't finished filling out the registration form." Said the receptionist.
"Thank you for your help." Said Mrs. Salamah.
"Yes, you are welcome, hopefully your children get well soon." Said the receptionist.
Just now, Mrs. Salamah, Grandma Sumayyah, Pak Salman, and Grandma Pakizah turned around to look for Ruqayyah, a woman who had said greetings from behind them.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Said a woman.
"Wa’alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Answer the Muslims who heard it including Mrs. Salamah, Grandma Sumayyah, Pak Salman, and Grandma Pakizah.
Mrs. Salamah, Grandma Sumayyah, Mr. Salman, and Grandma Pakizah looked back, it turned out that Ruqayyah was greeting them.
"Ruqayyah, in which room is Sadiqah being treated?" Asked Mrs. Salamah.
"Auntie, Sadiqah is being treated in room number 404. But before you go there, please help me fill out this registration form because there are some personal data about Sadiqah that I don't know." Said Ruqayyah as she handed over the registration form and the pen she brought to Mrs. Salamah.
Mrs. Salamah received the pen, and the registration form. Mrs. Salamah reviewed the form Ruqayyah had given her. All fields have been filled in correctly, but there is one box that is not filled in, namely the name of the patient's father or the name of Sadiqah's father. Never mind Ruqayyah, Sadiqah was confused about answering questions like that. Mrs. Salamah, remain silent staring at the paper form. Mr. Salman seemed to have noticed Mrs. Salamah's confusion.
"Give me the paper forms." Said Pak Salman as he grabbed paper forms and pen from Mrs. Salamah's hand just like that.
"What would you do ?" Asked Mrs. Salamah to Mr. Salman.
"Help you fill out this form." Mr. Salman answered.
"I can fill it myself." Said Mrs. Salamah.
"It has become your habit, slow down when you are confused, and sad." Said Mr. Salman to Mrs. Salamah as he filled in the blank in the form and handed it over to the administrative officer.
"Here's the registration form, can we go to our daughter's ward now?" Asked Pak Salman to the hospital administration officer.
"Yes, please, sir. Hopefully your daughter will get well soon." Said the administration officer.
Ruqayyah (19) POV
After my father submitted the registration form to the administration officer we rushed to the Sadiqah treatment room. My father, Grandma Sumayyah, and Mrs. Salamah walked in front, while my grandmother and I walked behind them. Father's words from the time dad came to this hospital really made me feel uncomfortable.
Flashback on:
"It's your habit, doing things slowly when you're confused, and sad." My father said to Aunt Salamah as if my father knew her so well.
"Here's the registration form, can we go to our daughter's ward now?" My father asked the hospital administrators as if Sadiqah were his daughter.
Flashback off
I really do not understand my father's attitude which has suddenly changed the last few days. My father often daydreams, and what amazes me the most is that my father cares for the Sadiqah family as if they were his own.
Flashback on:
Yesterday night after, my future husband's family came home, I will serve a glass of milk for my father. Because the door to his room was open, I immediately entered my father's room without saying hello, making my father not aware of my presence. I saw my father staring out of his room's wide open window. I put the tray of milk on the nightstand and then I approached my father.
"Dad, what do you think?" I asked dad.
Father turned to look at me.
"Ruqayyah, when did you come?" Asked my father.
"Just now dad. Do you remember your wife?" I said.
"Father thought of your mother, daughter." Father replied as if his wife and my mother were two different people.
"It's like you miss your wife, right?" I asked
My father just smiled, did not answer yes or no.
"Do you always think of my mother?" I asked.
"Always. I always think of the mother of father's childrens." Answer my father
"But dad, dad's child is just me." I said.
"Before your birth, mother Jannat had lost the baby in her womb. The baby is my child, and he is also your brother." Said my father.
"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to remind dad." I said regretting my own words.
"This time, why did you think of my mother?" I asked after a while I was silent.
"Because you are getting married soon but she hasn't spent much time with you." The father replied as if he wanted to reiterate that his late wife and my mother were two different people.
"But dad, whenever I get married, she still won't be able to spend more time with me because she are gone." I said to deny what father said.
My father was silent as if he had said something wrong.
"Okay, maybe daddy is too tired to become unfocused. Daddy should drink the milk immediately and then rest. I already put it on the nightstand. Good night, dad." I said as I left my father's room, and did not forget to close the door.
Flashback off
My grandmother is even stranger. I feel that what my grandmother says never matches the reality on the ground. If Aunt Salamah is like what grandma said, then why did she save me that time? Why did she educate her daughter, Sadiqah to be someone very good even Sadiqah risked her life for someone else like myself? Why doesn't she blame me for the accident that happened to her daughter? Has my grandmother been cheating me all this time? I don't know, and I can't just make an accusation, but I know that both my father and my grandmother were hiding something from me. It seems I have misunderstood Aunt Salamah, Sadiqah, and Grandma Sumayyah. I shouldn't be cold, and indifferent to those who care more about me than my own grandmother. Previously, I always prayed that I would have a sister like Sadiqah. But when Allah answered my prayer by opening Sumayyah's grandmother's heart and allowing Sadiqah to befriend me, why did I refuse it myself. That didn't happen, but after I heard my grandmother tell me a lot about Aunt Salamah, and my mother.
"Ruqayyah, why have you been silent?" Asked my grandmother who walked beside me all this time.
"What should we talk about, grandma? Right now Sadiqah's recovery is more important." I said.
Finally we arrived at Sadiqah's ward. It didn't take long before the female doctor came out of Sadiqah's ward.
"How is my daughter, doctor?" Asked Mrs. Salamah.
“Are you her mother?" Ask the doctor.
"Yes, I am her mother." Replied Mrs. Salamah.
"Your daughter is not yet conscious. She is bleeding quite a lot and she needs a blood donor as soon as possible because the blood supply at the blood bank has run out. Her blood type is AB negative. This blood type is quite rare actually." Said the doctor.
"I am willing to donate blood for my child, doctor." Said Mrs. Salamah.
"I will too, doctor." Said Mr. Salman.
"Sir, madam, please come to the examination room to carry out a series of tests before giving blood donations. There are already Dr. Syahida and Dr. Faadhil so that the examination can be carried out more quickly without having to queue. I will excuse you, because there are other patients that I have to handle it." Said the female doctor.
Aunt Salamah, and my father went to the examination room for the test. Grandma Sumayyah also went with Aunt Salamah. Only me and my grandmother left in front of the Sadiqah treatment room. My grandmother looked very worried, and she kept walking back and forth. I don't know what worries my grandmother, I don't know.
"Why are you so careless, Ruqayyah? This is the second time you have almost had an accident. Feeling indebted, your father was willing to donate his blood for the daughter of my enemy. Can't you take care of yourself, so you have to trouble other people? Hopefully your father's blood type doesn't match that child's blood type. Because I don't want my son's blood to flow in her veins." Said my grandmother.
“Astagfirullah hal adziim. What did grandma say? The parable of people who believe in loving, cherishing and loving one another is like one body, if one member of the body complains of pain, then the other members of the body feel it, namely by not being able to sleep and feeling fever (Bukhari and Muslim). Do not envy each other, deceive one another, scold each other and hate each other. One Muslim is a brother to another Muslim. That piety is here [Rasul points at his chest three times] A person is considered bad enough if he insults a fellow Muslim. Every Muslim is haram to disturb blood, property, and honor of another muslim (HR Muslim). I will repent to Allah, and apologize to their family. Grandma too, you should repent, and apologize to their family. We should not be enemies with brother believers. Excuse me, "I said.
"Where are you going Ruqayyah?" Asked grandma.
"I'm going to the place of prayer." I answered.
"Do you remember where you are? This is not your home, Ruqayyah. This is a public hospital in India. You will not find a place for prayer, you will find a place of worship. So stay here. Pray from here. Anyway now. it's not time for the fardu prayer yet. " Said the grandmother reminded.
"I'm sorry, grandma. I forgot. Thank you for reminding me." I said resignedly.
My grandmother and I finally sat in the waiting chair while waiting for my father, Aunt Salamah, and Grandma Sumayyah to return from the examination room. 30 minutes later they returned from the examination room. They came back sooner than I thought.
"Father, have you finished doing the checks?" I asked.
"We have done weight tests, body temperature tests, pulse tests, blood pressure tests, blood group tests, but we have not done a hemoglobin level test. We will only do a hemoglobin level test after the doctor confirms that our blood type matches Sadiqah's blood type." Answer my father.
"Hopefully Sadiqah will get her blood donation soon." I said.
Shortly thereafter the female doctor in charge of Sadiqah approached us. I thought the doctor was going to enter Sadiqah's ward, but she stopped to talk to us because she had something important to say.
"Sir, madam, we must look for other potential donors because none of you can donate blood to Sadiqah." Said the doctor.
"How can that be, doctor?" Asked Aunt Salamah.
"Dr. Faadhil, and dr. Syahida have done repeated examinations, but the results are still the same, none of you can donate blood to Sadiqah. If you donate blood to Sadiqah it will endanger her life. We must immediately look for potential donors. new blood. That's all I can say, excuse me." Said the doctor as she left with a little haste.
"I'll be gone for a moment." Said Aunt Salamah.
"I'll go too, if the doctor gives us any updates, please let us know." Said my father
Finally my father, and Aunt Salamah went in opposite directions. My father went to the right, while Aunt Salamah went to the left. After that, I got up from my seat.
"Ruqayyah, what are you going to do?" Asked my grandmother.
"I will see the doctor who handles Sadiqah. I am willing to donate my blood for Sadiqah." I answered.
"Thank you, daughter. Hopefully your blood type matches so that Sadiqah will get her blood donation soon." Said Grandma Sumayyah.
"Yes, Grandma. Excuse me." I said as I walked towards dr. Sia takes care of, and takes care of Sadiqah.
After I live a few more steps towards dr. Sia, I saw my father, and Aunt Salamah talking to dr. Sia at the door.
"Doctors why can't we donate blood to Sadiqah?" Asked my father.
"AB negative blood type can only receive blood transfusions from someone who has blood type A negative, B negative, O negative, and AB negative. While the blood type is A positive mister, while blood type Mrs is B positive." Replied dr. Sia.
"How can a child have different blood types from both parents?" Ask my father again.
That means my father had a relationship with Aunt Salamah in the past, so my father considered Sadiqah as his own daughter. I feel like falling right away, I can't hold back my tears, but I have to stay strong to hear the explanation from dr. Sia.
"If two people who have blood type A and B get married, their children can have blood types A, B, O, or AB. Even though both parents have positive blood type rhesus, their child can have blood type negative rhesus because the parents. may have a negative rhesus gene that can be passed on to the child. " Replied dr. Sia.
What was said by dr. Sia is very in accordance with the explanation from my lecturer.
Flashback on:
"If two people who have blood type A and B are married, their children can have blood types A, B, O, or AB." Said Bu Sridevi when she taught genetic material which is closely related to the inheritance of traits from parents to their children.
“Even though both parents have a positive rhesus blood group, their child can have a negative rhesus blood type because the parent could have a negative rhesus gene that can be passed on to the child. There have been cases where parents could not donate blood to their own children due to differences in their rhesus with his son. " Continued Mrs. Sridevi.
Flashback off
And the case that was told by my lecturer, was clearly displayed in front of my eyes today. After answering all the questions from my father, and Aunt Salamah, dr. Sia comes into the room. After that my father and Aunt Salamah walked hand in hand like a very harmonious husband and wife where they are currently very worried about their child. Maybe the world records them only as exes, but that doesn't really break the relationship between them, because they are still tied to the relationship between the parents of a child, namely Sadiqah. Am I meant to know all this? I wiped my tears that kept streaming down. A person who has even been lied to by her own family for years, who should believe in now? I tried to stem my feelings, and prove the sincerity of my intention to donate my blood for Sadiqah. I walked slowly but surely to dr. Sia after I was sure my father, and Aunt Salamah had really left dr. Sia.
I knocked on the door of dr. Sia with my nails three times. Because that is what the Prophet, and salafus saleh, exemplified. Of course the goal is so that the knocking sound is not too loud, and disturbs the host.
"Excuse me, can I come in?" I asked.
Dr. Sia opened the door for me. I've never met a doctor who was so friendly like dr. Sia. Other doctors are sure to stay seated, and ask their guests to open the door by themselves, while dr Sia was willing to get up from her seat to open the door for her guest.
"Please come in." Said dr. Sia is friendly.
I'm following dr. Sia, and entered dr. Sia, which is predominantly white.
"Please sit." Said dr. Sia allowed me to sit on a bench opposite her desk.
I also sat on the bench that had been provided for guests. Dr. Sia also sat on his bench.
"What can I do for you ?" Asked dr. Sia.
"My name is Ruqayyah binti Salman. I want to donate my blood to a patient doctor named Sadiqah." I answered.
"Are you the sister of Sadiqah? You have the same father's name." Said dr. Sia.
So that was what my father did after taking the registration form out of Aunt Salamah's hands, namely writing his name in the box for Sadiqah's father's name. Proudly in front of the doctor, and the entire staff of this hospital, my father called Sadiqah his own daughter. But father didn't dare, and never once told me his own daughter. To the extent that I have to know the truth if Sadiqah is my sister secretly. Why dad, is it that hard to tell the truth to your own daughter? I nodded slowly, confirmed the question from dr. Sia.
"Ruqayyah, please fill in the following personal data form." Said dr. Sia while giving a form, and a pen to me.
I received the form then filled out all the fields listed on the form.
"Doctor, I've finished filling out the forms. What else should I do?" I asked.
"I'll take you to dr. Syahida. She will check your blood type, Ruqayyah. Please follow me." Said dr. Sia.
I'm following in the footsteps of dr. Sia. It turned out that dr. Sia, dr. Syahida, and dr. Faadhil is in a room and only separated by a curtain. Dr. Sia is the broadest, and closest to the door.
"Dr. Syahida, there is a guest who is willing to donate her blood for my patient named Sadiqah. Please check her blood type because I have to go back to treating my patients." Said dr. Sia.
"Of course, Dr. Sia, I will help you. Happy working again, Dr. Sia." Said dr. Syahida.
“Thank you, dr. Syahida. I will be leaving." Said dr. Sia while leaving me with dr. Syahida.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." I said to dr. Syahida who is also a Muslim.
"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Please sit down." Said dr. Syahida let me sit on a bench opposite her desk.
I also sat on the bench that had been provided for guests.
"Please provide the data form herself." Said dr. Syahida with a friendly smile.
I also submitted the personal data form that I had been carrying. Dr. Syahida accepted the form and read it carefully. After that, dr. Syahida saved the form in a folder.
"Ruqayyah, before donating blood, you must first pass a series of tests. Namely a body weight test, a body temperature test, a pulse test, a blood pressure test, a blood group test, and a hemoglobin level test." Said dr. Syahida.
"Yes, doctor. I understand." I said.
"Ruqayyah, please get on the scales." Said dr. Syahida.
I got on the scale too
"Your weight is 45 kg, it has met the minimum body weight to donate blood." Said dr. Syahida.
I got off the scale.
Dr. Syahida took the thermometer from the forehead, then came closer to me.
"Please stay there. I'll take your temperature." Said dr. Syahida prevented me from walking.
Dr. Syahida put the thermometer on my forehead against my forehead.
"Your body temperature is 36.5. It has met the minimum body temperature for donating blood. Please sit back." Said dr. Syahida.
I also walked closer to the chair, and returned to sit on my chair. Meanwhile, dr. Syahida returned the forehead thermometer to its original place in her desk drawer.
"Now I will count your pulse. Please, roll up your sleeves a little at the wrist." Said dr. Syahida.
I also rolled up my left sleeve like what dr. Syahida. Then I brought my palms up. After that, dr. Syahida pressed the index finger of her right hand with the middle finger of her right hand, and put her two fingers on top of my wrist in line with my thumb. After dr. Syahida found my pulse, dr. Syahida counted it for one minute.
"Your heart rate is 90 beats per minute, it meets the requirements for donating blood." Said dr. Syahida.
"Next, I will measure your blood pressure. Please position your arm as close to the heart as possible, so that the results are more accurate." Said dr. Syahida.
Dr. Syahida prepared some medical equipment, namely a stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, and aneroid monitor. After that, dr. Syahida put the cuff on my upper arm so that it pressed against my biceps. After that, dr. Syahida pressed the balloon on the tension meter, so that the pressure I felt on my arm was getting stronger. After that, slowly dr. Syahida deflated the balloon on the tension meter, and listened to the sound of my heart beating with a stethoscope. Dr. Syahida recorded the numbers printed on the aneroid monitor when my heartbeat was first heard on the stethoscope. This is called systolic pressure. Dr. Syahida also recorded the numbers printed on the aneroid monitor when my heartbeat could no longer be heard through the stethoscope. This is called the diastolic pressure.
"Ruqayyah, your blood pressure is 120/85. It meets the requirements for donating blood." Said dr. Syahida.
"Ruqayyah, have you ever done a test to find out your blood type?" Asked dr. Syahida after a moment of silence.
"I have, doctor." I answered honestly.
"In that case, this will not be your first time. But we will keep checking your blood type again." Said dr. Syahida while heading for a table in the corner of the room filled with medical equipment.
Dr. Syahida used the typical doctor's gloves. Then brought some of the medical equipment to her desk. The medical equipment brought by dr. Those syahida are autoclick, lancet, slide, antibody A reagent, antibody B reagent, Rh antibody, and alcohol swab.
"In the previous test, what is your blood type Ruqayyah?" Asked dr. Syahida.
"My blood type is AB. But I don't know whether AB positive or AB is negative. Meanwhile, as far as I know, someone who has a blood type with a positive rhesus cannot donate blood to someone who has a blood type with a negative rhesus." I said.
"Yes, you are right. We'll test it now. Please give me your hand." Said dr. Syahida.
I gave my right hand to dr. Syahida. After that, dr. Shahida cleaned my finger which was about to be pricked with an alcohol swab. The goal is that there is no infection in the injured part. After my fingers are completely clean, dr. Syahida took my capillary blood by jabbing my autoclick in my finger. The first blood that comes out of my finger will be cleaned. Then the second blood will be used for testing. Dr. Syahida put my blood on the glass object on the left, center, and right. After that, dr. Syahida put a bandage on my bleeding finger.
"The blood collection session has been completed, do you want to wait for the results or want to see Sadiqah's condition first?" Asked dr. Syahida gave me a choice.
"I want to wait for the results, doctor." I answered.
That means my father and Aunt Salamah were given the same choice as me. But they chose to see Sadiqah's condition first instead of waiting for the results of their blood group tests. When in fact the blood type test results can come out in just a few minutes, if they are more patient to wait. Finally, dr. Sia told us that my father and Aunt Salamah did not have blood groups that match Sadiqah, so they both did not need to take further tests, namely the hemoglobin level test.
Dr. Syahida dripped anti A reagent on the left side of the blood and then dripped the anti B reagent on the right blood. Both my blood were destroyed after being given reagent A and reagent B, that means my blood type is AB. Furthermore, dr. Syahida dripped Rh antibody on the blood in the middle, and the result was that my blood was not destroyed. In conclusion my blood type is ...
"AB negative ..." I muttered softly.
"Yes, you are right. Your blood type is the same as Sadiqah. You have the opportunity to donate your blood for Sadiqah." Said dr. Syahida.
Dr. Shahida took alcohol swabs, a syringe, and an elastic bandage.
"Ruqayyah is the last test you have to pass. In this test I will take your blood to find out the hemoglobin level in your blood, and to find out if you are really in good health right now. So prepare yourself, because it will be a little painful." Said dr. Syahida.
"Let me lift one of your sleeves up. Take it easy, no one will see you." Said dr. Syahida before he lifted my sleeve up.
"Doctor, you took my blood earlier when you tested my blood type. Why are you taking my blood again now? Why can't you draw just once?" I asked because of my ignorance.
"What if it turns out that your blood type does not match the patient, then I have drawn too much of your blood just to test the hemoglobin level in your blood. Therefore, after I confirm if your blood type matches the patient, then I will draw more blood to find out the hemoglobin level. in your blood." Replied dr. Syahida.
After that, dr. Syahida cleaned the part of the hand that was to be injected with an alcohol cotton swab to prevent infection in the injured area. After that, dr. Syahida tied my upper arm with an elastic bandage so that the blood flow in the arm could collect. Dr. Syahida injected a needle into my vein to draw my blood. After that, dr. Syahida untied my upper arm, my blood would automatically enter the tube. When the amount of blood drawn is sufficient, dr. Syahida released the injection. Then dr. Syahida covered the part of my hand that was injected with a bandage.
"All the tests have been completed, Ruqayyah. You can come back to see Sadiqah's condition. I will also bring your blood sample to the laboratory. Dr. Sia will tell you whether you can donate your blood or not. In addition, she will also prepare for the process of your blood transfusion later. My job is just to check it. " Said dr. Syahida.
"Thank you, doctor." I said.
“You're welcome, Ruqayyah." Said dr. Syahida.
"I say goodbye, doctor. Wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." I said before leaving.
"Wa’alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Replied dr. Syahida.
After that, I left the room dr. Syahida. When I passed dr. Sia's room, I didn't see anyone. Dr. Sia must still be busy with her patients. I just walked out of the room dr. Sia by opening his own door. I walked to Sadiqah's treatment room in room no 404. As I passed room no 403, I saw dr. Sia is performing an operation on one of her patients, assisted by another specialist. A doctor seems very busy, look at dr. Sia, after surgery on one of her patients, dr. Sia also had to prepare a blood transfusion for another patient. And there may even be many other patients lining up for medical check-ups, while new patients also don't stop arriving. It is the hustle and bustle of life in a busy hospital. May the charity of these medical personnel be accepted by Allah. Only Muslims who do their deeds are accepted by Allah.
Allah SWT said:
innad-diina 'indallohil-islaam, wa makhtalafallaziina uutul-kitaaba illaa mim ba'di maa jaaaʻahumul-'ilmu baghyam bainahum, wa may yakfur biʻaayaatillaahi fa innalloha sarii'ul-hisaab
"Verily, the religion with Allah is Islam. People who have been given the Book have no disagreement except after they have gained knowledge, because of the envy between them. Whoever denies the verses of Allah, then indeed, Allah is very quick in his reckoning."
(Surah Ali 'Imran 3: Verse 19)
That means there are only 2 doctors in this hospital whose charity is accepted by Allah, and are entitled to receive a reward in the afterlife. The two doctors are dr. Faadhil, and dr. Syahida. Then what about the other doctors who also did so much good, and saved other people's lives? They will only get their good deeds in this world, not in the hereafter. I continued my journey and then I sat in the patient waiting chair located in front of the Sadiqah treatment room. There Aunt Salamah, my father, Grandma Sumayyah, and my grandmother were already sitting waiting anxiously.
“What are the results of Ruqayyah's examination?" Asked Aunt Salamah.
"Auntie, I have the same blood type as Sadiqah. I have the opportunity to donate my blood to Sadiqah. We should all pray that Sadiqah will recover quickly." I said.
We all bowed our heads humbled ourselves before the Almighty God Allah SWT to pray for the healing of someone we love, Sadiqah. 30 minutes later, dr. Sia approached us in a normal doctor uniform instead of an operating uniform. That means dr. Sia has finished operating on her patient. Dr. Sia came with 2 female nurses who were his assistants.
"Are you ready Ruqayyah?" Asked dr. Sia suddenly startled me.
"Ready for what, doctor?" I asked.
"Ruqayyah, the hemoglobin level in your blood is 13 grams every deciliter. You have met all the requirements to donate your blood for Sadiqah. Are you ready for a blood transfusion now?" Said dr. Sia.
"Already doctor." I answered.
"Now, please follow me." Said dr. Sia.
Dr. Sia opened the door to room 404, then dr. Sia, and the two nurses who were her assistants entered Sadiqah's room. I followed their steps from behind. When I entered the room, I saw an empty bed beside Sadiqah's bed. I can guess if it will be my bed for at least the next 4 hours.
"Ruqayyah, lie down on this bed." Said dr. Sia asked me to lie down on the bed beside Sadiqah's bed according to my estimate.
I also did orders from dr. Sia.
