My little friend
A funny thing happened today while I was praying my kadak Zohr prayer. The bandage securing the wound on my lil' pee wee fell out! Yes... I was circumcised today. Alhamduilah!
I made the decision yesterday (being Sunday) and called Crescent Clinic in Enuos for an appointment. I was partly inspired by a classmate in "Express BCI Course" whom I met on Saturday. He's a retired pilot who now owns a shop along Bussorah Street. He was circumised when I met him and he did share his experiences.
So I called the clinic only to find out that there were 15 other children who were in line for the procedure on Sunday. Made the appointment for today for 3pm. Long story cut short, was in JB to have my pig-out session and a haircut, and couldn't make it for the appointment, so changed the time to 4pm. Alhamdulilah, they managed to squeeze in the time for me.
Dr. Tahir does not speak much. He just told me to take off my pants and lie down. The dozen or so injections were painful, and I was hyper-ventilating. He told me to breathe normally or else I run the risk of having cramps. I tried to comply as best I can.
He the clamped on an apparatus on my willy and ask me to wait for 5 minutes for the anesthesia to take effect, covered the curtains and sat at his table beside me. In between, he saw a girl with menstural cramps. He agreed to give her a 2 day MC, and he saw a secondary school boy whom I sat beside while waitng for my turn. He wanted a change in the medication.
When he was done with them, he proceeded to cut off my fore-skin (bye bye my trust friend... I'm gonna miss the fun times we had together...). I propped up a little and nearly fainted. Was thinking to myself, "what have you gotten yourself into this time?!".
I cried for a little. Then I told Dr. Tahir that I was happy that this was probably the end of my beginning as a muslim convert. His initial expressionless features slowly began to show a smile. And we talked a little. In between, I could hear the secondary school boy arguing with the clinical assistant outside about the prescription of the wrong medication. It was not what his mother wanted. I asked Dr. Tahir if he gets that alot. He told me that he doesn't trust the boy, and he's probably using it to get "high". Ah... I told Dr. Tahir that when I was in the Army, my buds and I used to down 2 to 3 bottles of coough mixture to get high. That's when he told me he suspected the boy was BS-ing him. He was right. When I left the clinic, the boy was in the company of 2 other boys in school uniforms.
Dr. Tahir is a very nice person. On the surface, he may seem like a no-nonsense kind of doctor who'd prescribe a drug just to cure to symptoms. But he has a nice side to him. Before I forget, when I went into the clinic, a young Indian muslim boy, of probably 6 years old came out wearing a sarong. He did his circumcision. He was smiling when his parents asked him if it was painful. He said only a little pain. "Brave boy" was what I heard. He is indeed brave, Alhamdulilah! I wanted to congratulate him, but my fear would take the better of me. I ended up smoking a cig.
It has been an experience that I've never felt before. I initially wanted to surprise Su, but thought she should be the first one to know. She, being herself, is proud of me. Not for anything else, but I guess because my threshold of pain is low, and knowing that, I went alone. We were supposed to cross over the border north for dinner with Pak & Mak Long. I called Mak Long in the morning, cancelling our appointment, telling I was going to sunnat later in the day. She was surprised and asked me to wait for tomorrow, asking Pak Long to accompany me. I could hear his voice in the background saying," Huh? Amir mahu Sunnat?!", or something to that effect. They were already in JB. She went something like,"You go alone?! Poor thing! I ask Pak Long to follow you tomorrow!" I said no need. I am a big boy now. No need.
As far as I can remember, many times that I went for surgery, I went alone. And I came home alone. So no biggie. It's something that I need to handle on my own. Afterall, this is my rite of initiation.
I miss my mommy. I wonder what she would say when she learns of this.
Know that I love you Su.
jahwsl
1242
28th Nov 06'
I made the decision yesterday (being Sunday) and called Crescent Clinic in Enuos for an appointment. I was partly inspired by a classmate in "Express BCI Course" whom I met on Saturday. He's a retired pilot who now owns a shop along Bussorah Street. He was circumised when I met him and he did share his experiences.
So I called the clinic only to find out that there were 15 other children who were in line for the procedure on Sunday. Made the appointment for today for 3pm. Long story cut short, was in JB to have my pig-out session and a haircut, and couldn't make it for the appointment, so changed the time to 4pm. Alhamdulilah, they managed to squeeze in the time for me.
Dr. Tahir does not speak much. He just told me to take off my pants and lie down. The dozen or so injections were painful, and I was hyper-ventilating. He told me to breathe normally or else I run the risk of having cramps. I tried to comply as best I can.
He the clamped on an apparatus on my willy and ask me to wait for 5 minutes for the anesthesia to take effect, covered the curtains and sat at his table beside me. In between, he saw a girl with menstural cramps. He agreed to give her a 2 day MC, and he saw a secondary school boy whom I sat beside while waitng for my turn. He wanted a change in the medication.
When he was done with them, he proceeded to cut off my fore-skin (bye bye my trust friend... I'm gonna miss the fun times we had together...). I propped up a little and nearly fainted. Was thinking to myself, "what have you gotten yourself into this time?!".
I cried for a little. Then I told Dr. Tahir that I was happy that this was probably the end of my beginning as a muslim convert. His initial expressionless features slowly began to show a smile. And we talked a little. In between, I could hear the secondary school boy arguing with the clinical assistant outside about the prescription of the wrong medication. It was not what his mother wanted. I asked Dr. Tahir if he gets that alot. He told me that he doesn't trust the boy, and he's probably using it to get "high". Ah... I told Dr. Tahir that when I was in the Army, my buds and I used to down 2 to 3 bottles of coough mixture to get high. That's when he told me he suspected the boy was BS-ing him. He was right. When I left the clinic, the boy was in the company of 2 other boys in school uniforms.
Dr. Tahir is a very nice person. On the surface, he may seem like a no-nonsense kind of doctor who'd prescribe a drug just to cure to symptoms. But he has a nice side to him. Before I forget, when I went into the clinic, a young Indian muslim boy, of probably 6 years old came out wearing a sarong. He did his circumcision. He was smiling when his parents asked him if it was painful. He said only a little pain. "Brave boy" was what I heard. He is indeed brave, Alhamdulilah! I wanted to congratulate him, but my fear would take the better of me. I ended up smoking a cig.
It has been an experience that I've never felt before. I initially wanted to surprise Su, but thought she should be the first one to know. She, being herself, is proud of me. Not for anything else, but I guess because my threshold of pain is low, and knowing that, I went alone. We were supposed to cross over the border north for dinner with Pak & Mak Long. I called Mak Long in the morning, cancelling our appointment, telling I was going to sunnat later in the day. She was surprised and asked me to wait for tomorrow, asking Pak Long to accompany me. I could hear his voice in the background saying," Huh? Amir mahu Sunnat?!", or something to that effect. They were already in JB. She went something like,"You go alone?! Poor thing! I ask Pak Long to follow you tomorrow!" I said no need. I am a big boy now. No need.
As far as I can remember, many times that I went for surgery, I went alone. And I came home alone. So no biggie. It's something that I need to handle on my own. Afterall, this is my rite of initiation.
I miss my mommy. I wonder what she would say when she learns of this.
Know that I love you Su.
jahwsl
1242
28th Nov 06'
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