It was the day that i would never forget. After reading the Koran, the monitor at the bed suddenly shows a flat line. Knowing the meaning, i had to resuscitate my father because the on-call doctor was not around. I don’t blame her because my father was suffering from severe septicaemia and there was no chance of surviving.

  However, i was really sad because i never thought that after almost daily resuscitation at work, i had to practiced it on my father. I cried my heart out when i was doing the chest compressions and started yelling to the nurse to give him the adrenaline injection. I cried even more when it had ended.
  Although i know it was not my fault that he passed away, but i could never forget the fact that i couldn’t save him. Someone spoke to me that day that i must have felt really bad, it felt even worse.