Try as she might, she could never completely get rid of the knots in her stomach whenever she was excited or nervous. Sometimes, she didn't even know which feeling it was, because regardless, there would be a feeling of unresolved exasperation settled deep within her, as though something was weighing her down, not letting her take the air in properly. Deep breaths, she reminded herself. Long, deep, gentle breaths. Something hit her, then. When these symptoms persisted for longer than usual, it was nervousness. This could temporarily be alleviated by distracting her mind from thinking of the event altogether - usually by delving into a story other than her own or sleep. Overthinking situations is a slow poison, she thought, annoyed that she could be both the doctor and the patient, and yet see no tangible results. Casting her mind for a way out, she glanced up at the shelf. It was as though she could feel the Quran beckoning her, telling her that it would be alright, that she could get through this. All she needed was a little bit of faith. Why worry, or be nervous, when you had neither any idea nor any control over the happenings of a futuristic event, except that He would only allow those things to happen that were in your favour? She got up and reached for the Holy Book, and began reciting, feeling a sense of equanimity and reassurance engulf her with each word spoken.