First Drop of Vienna Water Wudhu
Dr's Story. Layla

Vienna arrived at the medical clinic in Palestine in a curious and excited state. He looked around him, figuring out how the medical team worked in the middle of the conflict. The place is filled with activity, voices that range from moaning patients to conversations between doctors and nurses focused on medical services. The medical clinic is located in a quiet area, among the ruins of a building that once stood majestically.

Vienna approached her new colleagues and chatted with them. They told him that the doctors working here came from different countries, including Palestine, to provide medical care to the people affected by the conflict. Vienna feels inspired by this spirit of solidarity.

As he observed the ongoing medical tasks, Vienna's eyes were on a Palestinian doctor who caught his eye. Dr. Layla, a stern-looking woman with a keen gaze and a deep presence, looks busy giving instructions to the nurses around her. Vienna could not avoid feeling awe at Dr. Viennese's bravery and medical knowledge. Layla is in the face of this stressful situation.

Vienna approached Dr. Layla with great respect. "Mom, I want to learn from you. I want to contribute as much as possible here and help patients in need" he said passionately.

Dr. Layla smiled and looked towards Vienna. "You're a new volunteer, aren't you? I'm glad to see your spirit," he said. "However, the situation here is very dangerous, and I'll teach you everything you need to know so you can help without risking yourself."

Vienna was relieved to hear Dr. Layla's. They started talking about the training plan that was going to be carried out. Vienna wants to focus on the treatment of injuries and treatment first, as it is a field that holds an important role in conflict situations like this.

Over the next few weeks, Vienna became a shadow of Dr. Layla's. They spend a lot of time together, talking about the various medical cases that come to the clinic, and evaluating the care given to the patients. Vienna was greatly impressed by Dr.'s medical knowledge and skills. Layla's. He learned how to treat gunshot wounds, put on bandages, and provide first aid in emergency situations.

The atmosphere in the medical clinic is sometimes very tense. Patients come in with serious injuries, and doctors must work quickly and efficiently to save their lives. Vienna saw how Dr. Layla remained calm and focused in these precarious situations, and it gave her inspiration.

On a quiet afternoon, when the twilight sky was tinged with shades of red and orange, Vienna decided to approach Dr. Layla with the question that had been stirring her mind all this time. He wanted to know more about Dr. Layla and her relationship with her own family. The sound of a gentle breeze came from outside, adding the presence of a calm atmosphere at this moment.

Vienna took a deep breath and carefully uttered her question. "Dr. Layla, I have heard that my father's family has a long history in Palestine. Do you know them?"

Dr. Layla turned her head and looked towards Vienna, her eyes full of consideration. "Vienna, what's your father's surname?" ask her with a voice full of curiosity.

Vienna replied gently, "My father's family name is Al-Mansur."

Dr. Layla smiled bitterly. "Al-mansur... Is your father's name Ibrahim Al-Mansur?"

Vienna surprised. "Yes, right. How do you know my father's name?"

Dr. Layla nodded. "Abrahim and I were childhood friends. We grew up together here, playing and learning together. But then, as we grew up, he left Palestine to pursue his dream in Indonesia."

Vienna was jumbled by this discovery. He felt closer to Palestine than he ever imagined. "Have you ever met my father after he left?"

Dr. Layla shook her head. "No, we never saw each other again after he left. But I know that he is a warrior and has big dreams to help people, as you do now."

They sat together in the middle of a quiet room, sharing memories of the Viennese father. Vienna feels that its relationship with Palestine is now even more profound. He felt closer to Dr. Layla, which is a piece of her father's childhood that once existed in Palestine.

While the twilight light is fading, Vienna and Dr. Layla continues their conversation about childhood and memories with her Viennese father. They share stories and laughter, creating a stronger bond between them. The sound of the wind blowing outside gives a touch of wonder at the moment, reminding them of the power of friendship and perseverance in the face of the trials that come.

One sunny afternoon, Vienna and Dr. Layla was taking care of a male patient who was severely injured in her wrist and leg by a bomb attack. They worked diligently to clean his wounds and put on bandages carefully. Vienna is listening carefully when Dr. Layla gives instructions on the care given.

Suddenly, the voice of the patient called to Dr. Layla with a weak-sounding voice. "Doctor Layla... Al-mansur... Please." said the patient with a gasp of breath.

Vienna surprised. He recognized the family name that the patient had called. It was the surname of his father, which he had heard before from Dr. Layla's.

Dr. Layla was also startled, and her eyes were emitting disbelief. "Al-mansur? What did you say?"

The patient took Dr. Layla with great difficulty, tried to convey her important message. "Abraham... Al-Mansur... Indonezsian... Viennese..."

Vienna stood beside Dr. Layla, don't believe what she just heard. The patient apparently wanted to give a message about the Al-Mansur family as if referring to his father, Ibrahim, and to himself, Vienna. This encounter felt like fate was embracing it.

Dr. Layla looked with teary eyes at the patient. "You know them, don't you?" ask him expectantly.

The patient nodded with all his strength, trying to confirm that he knew the Al-Mansur family.

Vienna could not resist his curiosity anymore. "Dr. Layla, who is he? How does he know my father's family?"

Dr. Layla was silent for a moment before finally speaking softly. "He was an old friend of your father, Vienna. His name is Mustafa. They grew up together in this village."

Vienna could hardly believe what he was hearing. He feels connected to his father's past, to the people and places that were once part of his life. "Can he tell me more about my father?"

Dr. Layla drew closer to Mustafa and asked carefully, "Mustafa, can you talk more about Ibrahim Al-Mansur, about their past together?"

Mustafa nodded slowly, trying to tell a story even with great difficulty. He tells about their childhood, about adventures and memories with his Viennese father. They once played together on this Palestinian land, chasing their own dreams, and sharing hope for a better future.

Vienna listened with great compassion and empathy. He felt he had gained more insight into his father, who had only been known through family stories and memories. Mustafa recounts that his father had always dreamed of helping a community in need, even if it meant going all the way to Indonesia.

As Mustafa's story continues, the atmosphere in the room is full of warmth and understanding. Vienna felt that this meeting was a boon, a way to get closer to her father even though he was gone. For Vienna, Mustafa was not only an old friend of his father, but also a piece of his father's childhood that he had longed for.

When Mustafa finished telling the story, Vienna grabbed Dr. Layla with gratitude. "Thank you, Dr. Layla, and thank you, Mustafa. This meeting means a lot to me."

Dr. Layla smiles. "We're all one family here, Vienna. And families always celebrate moments like this."

In this moment, Vienna feels that she is gaining not only medical knowledge and humanitarian aid experience, but also a deeper family legacy. For Vienna, Palestine was not only the place where her father came from, but also the place where she rediscovered a part of her family history that had been lost for so long.