The Story Of Life and Giving Birth

Life is a risky thing, especially when its not your own that is in your hands. When you know that after God its you who stands between the death and life of your patient. You fight death, utilize all your capabilities, you strive hard to win the furious battle. You hold on to life with the edges of your fingers, even when you know it not yours.


I got a chance to assist my senior doctor in a C-Section commonly known as cesarean. Its fascinating when you bring a new baby to the world from it's mother's womb. That little thing twists and cries in your arms. The adrenaline rush that you feel when you secure the bleeding and the satisfaction that you get when you see the mother nursing her new born child that you just delivered.


I have learned that life is really really short, its delicate, it's fragile and it's priceless. Yes, it is hard, sometimes cruel, it has sorrows, pains and cries but i have seen it end in smiles and peace. Believe me those pains never last long they always end when the hope emerges and fills you completely with peace and inner satisfaction. Yes, you do have scars which remain forever, but they are your medals of passing through the tough times. Don't be upset when you look back at past, Stop the past from haunting you, make it your strength and tell yourself "I got through this, i am strong  and i deserve to be happy" 


Being a final year medical student now, am bombarded with seminars, assignments and ward duties and i have learned a lot during these days and i feel more then proud on being a doctor then i ever did.

Finally Final Year

Alhumdulilah, my fourth year of medical completed today. I have been away from my bloggie, studying, now am done with exams.


Insha Allah i will come up with some new pieces very soon..

My Love for Neurosurgery..

Since i entered a medical school wherever anyone would ask what do u wanna be i would always say "Neurosurgeon". I have always been fascinated how a little mass like a brain controls our whole body. The emotions, the thoughts, intuition, feelings, its the center of everything. 


Every time i enter the Operation theater for watching a neurosurgery i always act like a kid who has just entered Disney land. My colleagues cannot understand what is so passionate about it, and why i act so crazy. Neurosurgeons keep telling me "Beta its not an easy job, especially for delicate girls like you. It requires harsh time tables, you need to stand for almost 12 hours for the operation. Its not an easy task."  But i always reply "You did it right? because it was your passion? and am gonna do it too InshALLAH" and they just keep staring at me.


There is no limit to dreaming, just believe in them and have faith in yourself that one day you will overcome all the hurdles and make your dreams come true.

The Beating Hearts..

Standing in the Operation Theater, learning to operate, sometimes makes me believe that i am one of the few luckiest people in the world. I could have traded anything to be standing here..
When i see hearts beating on the surgery table, working hard to deliver blood to each and every cell of the body, working selflessly to keep the whole body alive, providing nourishment to them at their door step. It reminds me of how our lives are supposed to be. 


Curing the diseased hearts have always been fascinating, but the corroded emotions seem to be burnt forever by the acid of hate. 
The little ventricles rhythmically contract at the right time with just the right force, hiding the emotions somewhere in it's delicate framework. Isn't it fascinating how people make places in our heart but still don't show up even when the walls are cut open in a by-pass surgery? :)