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Story – A Night in the Hospital
Screenwriter- Jamshed Kamal Siddiqui

My clinic is always more crowded than usual on Friday mornings…the reason is that when I sat in a big private hospital on Saturday and Sunday, this clinic remained closed. Even when I reached the clinic that morning, I saw a good crowd. Shadab, my compounder and office attendant Pankaj were waiting for me. When they saw me get off the car, they went to their respective places.

I went straight to my cabin…well, my cabin was a bit big…there was room for five patients besides me on the bench next to it…the rest of the patients stayed outside. Whenever a patient came out of the cabin, the other four would come towards me and Pankaj would send a new patient from outside…he would sit at the end of the bench and wait for his turn after the four people.

Please tell me what happened… I asked a woman sitting in front of me in a sari, she looked poor, her clothes folded… her hair dishevelled… her eyes lined… her face wrinkled with tiredness. Age. Her eyes told the story of someone less fortunate. Tell me what’s wrong When I asked again, she removed the pallu from her shoulder…there was a wound on the shoulder. My husband was killed again… (Scroll down to read the rest of the story. If you want to listen to the same story of Jamshed Qamar Siddiqui on your mobile, click on the SPOTIFY or APPLE PODCASTS link given below)

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（Read the rest of the story here) oh I said in surprise…
The remaining four patients who were waiting for their turn in the cabin were also stunned… Among the waiting patients, there was a woman who was quite educated and looked very rich. She was also quite modern… She was wearing a jumpsuit, carrying brand-name shoes, carrying expensive bags, and smelling of perfume… She also frowned at this poor woman…

I turned the stool on which the poor woman sat to one side so that I could see the wound on her shoulder clearly. It was a deep wound… Oh my god, there are teeth marks on it… Is he your husband or an animal… What is your name?
She said, Bhimla Devi…
Why did Bhimla do this? When I asked her about it, she wiped away the tears from her eyes and said:
There was a delay in preparing food yesterday…If you come back from get off work, please bring the food somewhere…We just told you to wait a little while…We are preparing it…I just don’t know which one. He was in a bad mood…He suddenly got angry…and started to hit…As soon as we shouted, he started to bite…He also bit here, look at this… As he spoke, he removed the sleeve above his right elbow, revealing… there was also a mark there…

Bimla Devi said her husband used to beat her… She even went to the police station once… Later the police came to know about her situation and sent her back. But the beatings from her husband did not stop… Now when she goes to the police station, the inspector sends her away saying this is your daily routine… Bimla shows her feet beaten with a cane while packing her sari. It is a blue departure sign. She walks with a limp.

Hearing his words, my heart was filled with pain. The other patients in the cabin also looked at him with sympathy. The rich girl in a jumpsuit just turned her face away… and didn’t even dare to look at him.

-“One day I will kill you.” explain My voice got louder. First of all the whole issue is that you guys are uneducated…that’s why some say illiteracy is the bane of society…if you were educated you would know your rights…you would have the energy to kick yourself like this and take this relationship one step further, be independent and live your life on your own terms… When I saw the patients sitting on the bench, they also supported my point of view and agreed. He drugs you today… and beats you tomorrow… What will you do then…

“No sir, that morning, when his intoxication wore off, he said he would never touch alcohol again… he had sworn it to his children.

– “Hey, the one who cursed… came back after drinking… hit me again… Look, listen to me…” I moved my chair in front of him and said: Look at Bhimla…Raising your hands on your wife is illegal…it is called domestic violence…There are strict laws against this in our country…You were not educated so you didn’t know your rights…but now you know…look what a situation it has created…”
– Dr. Saheb, just give me medicine this time…it’s not working now…I keep calling my relatives and keep explaining everything…just give me something…there is a lot of pain here….

Oh, it must be painful, the flesh on my shoulder is torn off… Shhh… Look, there is a hole… I took a deep breath and screamed… Pankaj, When Pankaj came, I asked for some dressing and started applying ointment on Bimla Devi’s shoulder… She felt pain while applying the ointment. When I cleaned the wound with cotton, she was in pain… So the patients sitting in the cabin looked at her with pity… Our society is really so layered… I hope these people also read this article and if professionals are empowered, they can also live their life in their own way and with respect.

Look at Bhimla… I said as I put medical tape on the cotton. I can come with you to the police station if you want…I will talk to the inspector…let’s see how we can not file an FIR…your husband will come to your exact location…tell me…

Bhimla thought about it, then shook her head and said, “No.” Hey God Doctor Saheb… Family and yard matters, should be settled at home… We are beaten, what else can we do… Who should give up his life and kill us… We have to live in order to live. curry… Curry

I felt very angry…but what could I do…I said with a little anger, You know, your job is done…my job is to tell…next time if your husband hits you, don’t come near me…go…I have bandaged it…take this medicine from outside…pankaj has to tell him…ah…ok wait… I rang the bell on the table myself… Pankaj looked into the hut…
Yes sir
I gestured to Pankaj to Bimla…he understood.
OK sir…
In fact, I had hinted to Pankaj not to take money from Bhimla.

Ok Dr. Saheb…thank you very much As she spoke, she began to bend down and walk towards her feet…
Hey hey…don’t do it…walk away and relax…come back if the pain gets worse or the swelling increases…

She nodded and left. After Bimla left, a strange silence fell in the room… I looked at the people sitting in the cabin, took a deep breath and said:this country still has a long way to go…then he said to the educated woman who also looked rich, look…education is very important…now these people have never been to school, they don’t know their rights…no one can help them even if they want to…sad…ha…Annie way…you tell me…

Hmm… I see the next patient… He has a fever. Two or three patients have been dealt with, and now it is the turn of the same woman who seems to be working… She has a laptop bag, and an expensive handbag… She is also very beautiful, the girl in the jump suit, with a good makeup. The well-educated girl… Come and sit on the stool in front of me. The scent of perfume floats around me.

“Hello Doctor” He smiled and said in a gentle tone, and I also said politely:Hello!” explain.

-“Yes, tell me. ” Before she could speak, I smiled and asked, “What’s your name…”
– Come…I am Megha Kapoor…she said…so I wrote her name on the prescription paper… Megha Kapoor…Ji Megha told me… I smiled and looked at him and said…
She smiled and said softly:Ah..actually yesterday when I came back from office…after I freshened up when I came out of bathroom…I slipped and fell…I don’t know how my leg slipped…so this left leg is swollen a lot…and my elbow is also painful…

-“Oh, I see, show me.” When I said this, Mejia moved his hand towards me with difficulty.

I was stunned when I saw that hand. Those…those marks were not from falling, but from fighting. Below the elbow, there were red raised marks, indicating that it had been hit by something like a stick, clearly visible.

I looked up and looked into his eyes. His hands began to tremble. I looked into his eyes carefully and they blinked slowly.

“The floors where I live are very… slippery.” He said while controlling his voice. I looked at the tears welling up in her eyes for a long time.

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