He first looked at the big sparkling signboard and then at his wristwatch. He was there in time. Locking the door, he climbed out of his car and taking short steps, walked inside the huge premises.
"Hello Sir, how are you?" The lady receptionist gave him a lovely smile, looking clearly impressed.
"Wa'alaikum salaam. How are you, hope fine!" He said, without even stopping properly near her. "I believe I am not late?"
"Not at all sir, Dr.Waris is in his room." He heard receptionist's voice on his back.
Walking straight, he reached near the door which had a name plate of 'Dr.Waris Ahmed'." He knocked at the door and on hearing the response, turned the doorknob and stepped inside.
"Welcome dear, so very nice to see you." A man in his late fifties left his chair to greet him. "Please, be seated."
"Thank you doctor." He took his chair opposite to his.
"So…" Doctor set a formal smile on his lips, taking his glasses off. "How 're you feeling now?"
"Better." He said plainly. "Much better."
"That's good. Oh yes I had to show you the reports of your last tests."
Finishing his sentence, doctor left his chair to open one of his cupboards, took a gray file out and then returned to his seat.
Taking the glasses back to his eyes, he slowly flipped through the pages of that file.
"Well" Closing the file, doctor took a long breath and peered at him through his glasses.
For several minutes, doctor just sat there, staring at him like he would never see him again.
"No sign of any personality disorder." He finally began to say. "Not a single hint of dementia or schizophrenia, no mark or trace of any manic-depressive illness."
He didn't reply, just looked back at his doctor in silence.
"Congratulations. You're completely normal and healthy now." He shook his hand with him excitedly.
"Thank you, you all really worked hard." His response was short.
"No," Doctor refused to agree. "It was' you' who worked hard, who fought with all of his might and will power. You defeated the disease and won this stressful war." His doctor said with a sheer admiration in his eyes.
In answer, he lowered his eyes to the thickly carpeted floor but said nothing.
When he looked up after a silence of few minutes, he saw that doctor was still staring at him.
"What are you looking at doctor? Anything wrong?"
"I was thinking that how things could go so right?" Doctor said, his tone filled with surprise and amazement. "Impossible. Unbelievable." Dr.Waris was plainly astonished.
"What's so impossible doctor?"
"I mean, we all expected your problem to get resolved in atleast four to five years and yet you're completely all right just with in two years." Doctor told him. "And to be honest with you, we didn't expect this problem to get subsided completely. Its prognosis is bad, and in almost all cases, the patient is never able to achieve his pre-disease state back. I mean he never gets completely normal." He told him in detail. "But your case is one of its own kind, you are as mentally and physically active now like you were before."
Dr.Waris paused for a second then added.
"Apart from all that, I now see a strange calmness in the way you talk, and your style of expression has become so mute and yet so inspiring. You look very much satisfied and content now."
"So do you suggest anything for the future?" He asked, not commenting on what his doctor had just said. "Do I need to take some precautionary measures?"
"Well, I'd say that just try to be more social. Attend parties, functions, and gatherings, make new friends, visit refreshing places. That's all."
"Anything else?"
"That's all. But yes, if you feel any mental problem or depressive episode again, you may take these medicines." Doctor slid a letterhead in front of him and was about to prescribe some medicines on it when his voice stopped him.
"I think you should leave these medicines, doctor. It will be useless." He said flatly. "Would it surprise you if I tell that I never took any of the medicines you prescribed for me in the last one year?"]
"What? Really?" Doctor was truly shocked and surprised today.
"Are you sure you didn't take any of the medicines I prescribed?"
"Not a single one." He smiled slightly.
"Then what took cure of your problem."
"My religion." As he spoke, Dr.Waris noted that there was some strange, specific contentment in his voice.
"Oh, you mean spirituality or something?" Dr.Waris raised his brows.
"Not really." He said simply. "Spirituality is just a part of religion. My religion has a lot more than that."
"Then?"
"Fortunately, someone guided me to the right place and the book I consulted was a perfect one for me. It has remedy for every disease and cure for every pain." He explained.
"That's truly interesting." Doctor's shock had not subsided yet.
"It heals wounds, and soothes bruises, even if they are on your heart." His smile was very weird this time.
"Is it some sort of a medical book?
"Not solely." He answered. "It has economics, physics, chemistry, biology, every science and every art."
"Could you please tell me which book are you talking about?" Doctor's curiosity reached its climax. "And, where I can find that book?
" Ofcourse Doctor. Why not, it's called…
"Yes?"
"Doctor, would you mind if I give my answer rather poetically?" He smiled gracefully.
"Really? That would be very interesting." Doctor's eyes and facial expression changed even more.
"You sure?" He wanted to confirm one more time.
"Positive. Why do you doubt?"
"I don't doubt" His eyes smiled at him. "I was just thinking that if you don't have much time or interest for a 'dry' thing like poetry?"
"Never. It's one of the things I prefer to do in my leisure hours. It would actually be a pleasure to listen. Please…" Dr.Waris couldn't wait to know what it was all about.
He bent slightly forward, and with full confidence, he began to read. His voice was soothing, his accent was firm, his language fluent.
I am a book in elegant prints
To know my name, here are some hints
"Wow!" Doctor said, his eyes spreading wide.
He seemed not hearing him or anyone. He was lost in himself, hidden in what he was reading.
In hearts of Muslim, I rarely found
High on shelf, I am kept
Forgotten there, I am left
With respect, I do get lots of 'kiss'
My main point is what they always 'miss'
In a melodious voice, they recite me
Neglecting the message, inside me
At times, I am used for phony swear
My true use is very, very rare
A miracle, I am, that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word
I have wisdom, I have treasure
So much, that there is no measure
In your savior, I'm your guide
But who's there to follow my bide
Right from wring is my fame
"Holy Quran is my name"
to be continued...
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