My colleagues admired my emotional outburst and were surprised by my courage in approaching her to console her. When I got home, the words that she said to me continuously struck my mind and in pity for her, I wept and slept weeping. It was morning already and I was still in bed. Beauty had already called me six times without me knowing.
Eventually, I woke up and in haste I got to the hospital. The team had been waiting for so long and I had to apologise for the delay. We visited pregnant women who were nearing their delivery and I saw fear in the eyes of many. Some feared to lose their babies or themselves, others feared that the child would be sickly while some had joy in their hearts anticipating the birth of their children. I realized that fear is not being afraid of what might happen, but being afraid of how evil could happen.
