Her grandmother thought she was still sleeping...

Her grandmother thought she was still sleeping, so she waited for some time before going up to her room to awaken her. She went up to Warqa's bed and called her softly, but she was shocked when she touched Warqa's hand and found it was hot and she saw that Warqa was taking quick, shallow breaths. Warqa opened her eyes and looked at her grandmother, who asked her quickly, "What is wrong Warqa dear?" "I don't know." "Shall l call a doctor?" "Yes please.

I don't feel well." Her grandmother did not know who to call, and she phoned Mr. Mahir to ask him to bring a doctor. She reached him at his office and told him, "Oh Mr. Mahir, please come quickly and help Warqa. She is very sick." "What is the matter with her?” he asked rather indifferently. "She is sick and needs a doctor. " "Doctors are not in their clinics in the mornings." "You can find one. Not all of them work in hospitals," Warqa's grandmother persisted. "I am quite busy with some clients.

Wait until the afternoon and if she is still sick, call me." Distraught, Warqa's grandmother hung up the telephone. She tried some herbal remedies, but nothing helped Warqa. That afternoon, she telephoned Mahir again, but she was told that he had gone out of town on business and would not be back until the next day. She recited some Qur'anic verses and different prayers by Warqa's beside. In the evening Warqa's condition worsened, and her grandmother was at a loss as to what to do.

She called Mahir's office, but in vain. She did not try to call anyone else, but when she saw how sick her granddaughter was, she cursed herself and said, “I have killed my granddaughter with my own hands! I must do something to save her." She dialed the number of the hospital and asked to speak with Dr. Miyad. The nurse who had answered the telephone told her that the doctor was asleep, but Warqa's grandmother insisted upon speaking to her.

The nurse promised to give the doctor Warqa's phone number and she hung up. The telephone rang almost immediately, and Warqa's grandmother tearfully told the doctor about Warqa's condition, begging her to come quickly to save her. Dr. Miyad noted her address and promised to come immediately. After a short while the doorbell rang. Warqa's grandmother, forgetting all about her hatred, opened the door for Dr. Miyad and welcomed her. She showed the door to Warqa's room and Dr.

Miyad expressed grave concern for Warqa's health. "I must have assistance," Dr. Miyad said.