The clock tower was the beginning. I chose it, and so it did. I willingly answered its call when my name appeared in the list of students nominated for admission in the master's program of speech-language pathology. I was overwhelmed with happiness, firstly for being admitted to a master's program at The University of Jordan, and secondly due to the fact that it is the only program in this field in the Arab world, and thirdly due to the uniqueness of this program, as it requires the fulfillment of (300) training hours for the production of a specialist scholar who is well-prepared for clinical work. It was because of God's favor in the first place, and my professors' in the second place, that I was endowed with excellence.
For two years, and along with my colleagues, I used to spend mornings at school curing patients, and never leave it before it is 8:00 in the evening. We used to steal hours in order to prepare reports, do a homework assignment, or study a curriculum. We used to find comfort in believing that this will one day come to an end, and yes, it did. Here comes the day where we stand at the gates of graduation, yearning to be granted our master's degree certificates. Hence, we believe that it is inevitable for each beginning to have an end, and for each hard worker to have a reward.