Some mornings are too beautiful to trust…
“Nancy! Come here! Hurry up, you’re going to be late again!” her mother called out, half-laughing and half-frustrated, as she set down a freshly ironed uniform on the bed.
From the adjoining room, a pair of bare feet padded across the tiled floor. Nancy appeared in the hallway, her long, damp hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves, her hands fumbling with her wristwatch. She was glowing—cheeks still flushed from the shower, a faint scent of jasmine oil trailing behind her like a whisper.
“Just one minute, Mom! I’m almost ready!” she called, slipping into her white kameez and adjusting the collar like it was her armor for the day.
Her mother smiled and handed her a cup of warm tea. “You're lucky you're beautiful. Otherwise, no one would have waited this long for your slow mornings.”
Nancy chuckled. “Beauty isn’t what gets me through college, Mom. Hard work does. Now where’s my lab coat?”
From behind the newspaper, her father chimed in, “And a bit of luck, maybe. But mostly prayers.”
Nancy grinned as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Then I guess I’m walking into that building today with all three.”
She was their only daughter. A miracle after years of waiting. The home bloomed with her laughter, and the walls echoed her dreams. And those dreams were crystal clear: to become a cardiac surgeon, to help the helpless, to matter.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvA0r79WTHh
The street outside buzzed with energy. School vans honked like impatient geese, and uniformed kids ran in every direction.
Nancy stood at the corner of her lane, fixing her dupatta when a familiar blue van pulled up with a loud screech.
The side door flung open.
“Finally!” said a voice dripping with fake annoyance but softened by routine affection.
Rosy Mirza—charismatic, loud, and unapologetically dramatic—was already seated in the front seat, sunglasses pushed up like a crown.
Nancy hopped in beside her. “Come on, I was only two minutes late.”
“Two minutes too many,” Rosy smirked. “You know I could leave you behind one day.”
“But you never will,” Nancy said with a smile.
They exchanged a quick glance, the kind shared by people who knew each other's habits, flaws, and favorite snacks.
On the surface, Rosy and Nancy were an unlikely match. Nancy, calm and bookish. Rosy, energetic and effortless in popularity. But somehow, they had always clicked.
As the van rolled past their usual stops, Nancy opened her notebook to revise her anatomy notes. Rosy leaned back, scrolling through her phone.
“You seriously study during the ride?” Rosy asked, her voice a blend of disbelief and amusement.
“I just like to revise before quizzes. It helps me stay calm.”
“You mean it helps you stay on top. The rest of us are just praying to pass.”
Nancy laughed. “You’ll be fine. We’re only in the second semester. Still a long way to go.”
“Yeah,” Rosy said, “but not all of us are born to be doctors.”
Nancy looked over, concerned. “Don’t say that. You’re smart, Rosy. You just need to take it seriously.”
Rosy smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Maybe. Or maybe I just need to stick close to you and let your genius rub off.”
Nancy playfully nudged her shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for.”
Al-Qamar Medical College stood tall and stern, its white pillars glaring down like silent guardians of discipline.
The van stopped. The girls stepped out, falling into rhythm with the wave of students entering the gate. The air smelled of old books, chalk dust, and a thousand unfinished dreams.
“Do you have your gloves for the lab?” Nancy asked, adjusting the strap of her bag.
Rosy groaned. “I forgot! Again. Ugh, this college is allergic to people like me.”
Nancy rolled her eyes with a smile. “No, it’s allergic to laziness.”
“I’m not lazy. I’m just... artistically disorganized.”
Nancy gave her a look. “Rosy, you skipped three labs last month.”
Rosy shrugged, brushing a hand through her ponytail. “Yeah, but I had great excuses for all of them.”
Nancy laughed. “One day, you’ll run out of excuses.”
“Maybe. But until then,” Rosy said with a wink, “I’ve got you.”13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ635L4BHsDm
The girls walked through the main corridor, blending into the hum of morning lectures and the shuffle of bags and footsteps.
Nancy greeted a few classmates along the way. She was liked by many, but unaware of how often eyes followed her.
As they neared the lecture room, Rosy slowed her pace, just a little.
She watched Nancy walk ahead—her white dupatta swaying, her hands gripping her books tightly, her smile still untouched by the weight of the world.
And then, with a voice too quiet for anyone to hear, Rosy whispered to herself—13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaj96WsRd3M
“Let’s see how long it stays that way.”
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