"The three phases for drug action to occur are: Pharmaceutic, Pharmakokinetics and Pharmakodynamic. Let's discuss about Pharmaceutics first, Pharmaceutics is the overall process of developing a new chemical entity into an approved therapy that is safe and effective in treating or preventing disease. It is a complex process requiring multiple scientific, medical, legal, commercial, and regulatory expertise", the professor was interrupted by a clerk who whispered something in his ear.

The professor wore his glasses and ran his eyes around the class, his eyes stopping at a young girl, " Miraal Qureshi?", he called for her attention, the girl looked up and quickly stood up she was too immersed in making notes.

"Aapko office me bulaya hai", he said politely and as she was about to step out of her bench, he added, " Beta aap apna saaman lekar jaaye, aapki attendance laga dunga mai".

There was a hint of pity in his voice, the same professor had taught her Anatomy in the first year but she had never witnessed him talking so politely. Miraal had a feeling something was wrong, her hands trembled as she quickly threw her books inside her bag. All kinds of thoughts disturbed her, mindlessly she followed the clerk to the office and she saw her cousin Zoheb Qureshi talking to the principal.

"Bhai Aap yaha?" She whispered worry evident in her voice as she saw the solemn look on his face. Zoheb was extremely particular about his looks, but today his hair wasn't even combed, his shirt was wrongly buttoned and he wore a track pant instead of denim.

"Baba ne bheja hai aapko? Boley na!" She asked as the mystery kept getting bigger, he left the office with her silently pleading her to follow him. She conceded and sat in his car, as he started driving she asked again, "Baba theek toh haina?" Her voice broke at the end but Zoheb remained silent.

Miraal realised that her speculation was true as he parked outside the hospital. He rushed in with her and there she saw him laying on the bed, his head was being stitched, but something was wrong. His eyes were closed and out of habit her eyes went to the heart rate monitor, there was a single line. He was dead, her eyes went to his broken hands and she couldn't help but gasp. Rushing out of the emergency room, she located the wash room and started vomiting. Her mind seemed to repeat the horrifying scene again and again, 'Her father was dead' she couldn't piece anything together.

Her hands rested on a nearby wall, she was gasping having a panic attack. The hospital was in a rush, she felt her vision blur, accepting this haze as a nightmare she embraced it and lost her consciousness.

She woke up an hour later, to find her hand attached to a drip. Her eyes met her aunt's who hugged her, "Miraal beta". The hug felt homely, Miraal allowed herself to stay still in the warmth until she remembered her father.

"Khaala jaan baba theek haina?" She asked deliorously, her aunt saw the hope in her eyes and teared up.

"Beta... Woh", she tried to answer but Miraal broke down seeing her hesitation, Miraal knew he was dead. But her mind was unable to accept it, she quickly pulled away from the hug and removed the drip attached to her hands. Her aunt tried to stop her but she went to the receptionist and she was told a ward number.

Inside the ward, a nurse guided her towards his lifeless body. "Baba?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. She approached the bed slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Miraal stood there, taking in the sight before her. Her father's face was pale, his features frozen in an eternal stillness. His hands, once strong and protective, now lay motionless at his side. Tears welled up in Miraal's eyes as she reached out to touch his hand, hoping for a flicker of warmth, a sign that this was all just a terrible mistake.

But the reality was harsh and unyielding. Her father was gone, forever lost to her. The weight of the truth crashed down on her, and she collapsed onto the nearby chair, overcome with grief. The room seemed to spin around her as the magnitude of her loss sank in.

Miraal's mind raced with memories of her father. The times he had held her hand, guiding her through life's challenges. His laughter that echoed through their home, filling it with joy. The lessons he had taught her, instilling in her the values of love, resilience, and determination. And now, in the blink of an eye, he had been taken away from her.

*

Miraal bid her father goodbye with a heavy heart as the janazah took place in her chacha's (father's brother) house. The somber atmosphere filled the room, and the air was thick with a collective sense of mourning. Family, friends, and community members gathered around to pay their final respects.

The sight of her father, wrapped in a white shroud, brought a flood of emotions crashing over Miraal. She approached his lifeless body, her steps slow and filled with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. As she stood beside him, memories of their time together flooded her mind.

The imam, his voice filled with a solemn yet comforting tone, led the mourners in prayers and supplications. The words reverberated through the room, offering solace and seeking blessings for the departed soul. Miraal, her voice choked with emotion, recited prayers silently, pouring out her deepest feelings to her father's departing spirit.

As the janazah came to a close, Miraal felt a deep sense of loss and emptiness settle within her. But alongside the sorrow, she also found a glimmer of resilience. She knew that her father's love and guidance would forever remain in her heart, shaping her path as she moved forward in life.

With tears streaming down her face, Miraal whispered a final goodbye to her father.