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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Encounter at the Hospital Part 3: Further Questions The following morning, Warqa visited Dr. Miyad and saw that she was feeling better. The doctor appreciated Warqa's visits. When Warqa expressed concern about her friend’s health, Dr. Miyad said that she seemed upset. "Oh that's to be expected." "You are right. A lot of processes take place in the body when it is in such a state." "What processes?" "There is a network of nerves in the body.

It carries impulses between the brain and all of the different parts of the body. Hence, sensations like cold, heat and pain are received through the nerves. There are millions of nerve cells carrying out this job." "How do they function?" asked Warqa. "The brain is the centre of the nervous system. It controls all of the muscles and organs. Thus, when we touch something hot, the hand is withdrawn very quickly.

We may not think much about such actions, but what the Creator has planned is really a source of wonder." Dr. Miyad continued to speak. Warqa enjoyed listening to her simple explanations and wished she could stay longer, but she didn't want to tire the doctor. Warqa said, "Your words are so interesting and I am in need of religious knowledge, especially about the Great Creator, since I lack such information. I can't answer the questions of skeptical people.

At first, I planned to attend medical college, but my exam results weren't good enough." "My religious knowledge has nothing to do with college," Dr. Miyad told her. "In fact, I knew many things before I went to the university." "That's wonderful! You knew about your religion early on." "Yes, from early childhood my brother encouraged me to read. He helped me to understand many difficult matters." "Which of your brothers helped you?" "I only have one brother.

He always took care of me when I was sick. He's everything to me." "May Allah protect you both," Warqa said. Dr. Miyad added, "He has not gone to his clinic because of me. He stays near me when I'm sick." "I thought he worked here." "No, he has his own clinic." Warqa looked at her watch. She felt that she had stayed long enough and that her grandmother might be in need of her. She got up, saying, "I 'm sorry to leave you again.

I must take care of my grandmother.” "Don't worry, my dear; my brother will soon come." "Then I'll see you tomorrow, " said Warqa. "Please do come." "I may trouble you with my questions." "Not at all.