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.

The Little One

He cried in joy as he came out of his mother's womb. His little eyes could not produce tears this early, he cried in joy, happy to enter this world.
He imagined the love of his mother that he was going to receive, the warmth and care that would be only for him, the affection that his father would give him.


He was laid in the cold. It was so warm in the womb, he shivered slightly, his little body seemed so delicate. Finally he could move his little feet and hand freely without hurting his mother. He cried with more joy at the freedom that he had. His little ears could pick up the sounds of passing traffic around him, he longed to hear his mother's voice that he had heard all this time when he was developing into human, the sweet voice which had helped him grow.


His little hands explored the surroundings, it was wet and it smelled bad. Maybe thats how this new world is he had thought. Suddenly it started raining, he cried with glee as the rain drops fell on his new born skin. But the rain drops kept pouring at him and he shivered with cold. No one came to comfort him. No mother to keep him warm in her embrace, no dad to hug him and kiss his forehead. No relatives to make noise and the gleeful chatter, all he heard was the sound of traffic passing by the garbage chute in which he was abandoned.

Parents

Another one which needs to be shared..

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, 
and four-year grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his 
eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.... The family ate 
together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky 
hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off 
his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk 
spilled on the tablecloth.

So the husband and wife got irritated and set a small table 
in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of 
the family enjoyed their dinners together.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was 
served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, 
sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the
 only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions 
when he dropped a fork or spilled food.


The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening 
before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are 
you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am
 making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in 
when you get old." The four year old smiled and went back 
to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. 
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no 
word was spoken, both knew what must be done.


That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and 
gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of
 his days he ate every meal with the family and for some 
reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth 
soiled.

Dear Mommy

This is written to highlight the evil of abortion, it made me so touchy when i read it. i thought to share it on my blog...

Hi, Mommy.I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a fewweeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.


You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already.


Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy.


Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.


I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.


Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?


You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?


It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do
that when you're awake, any more?


I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm  excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.


Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!


Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!


Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.


Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care
about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds andsee your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!


I love you, Mommy.



Every abortion is just…
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

A Letter To The Rain

This one is related to the recent floods in Pakistan due to excessive Monsoon rains.

It would be worth an effort if it touches even a single heart of the affected people and strengthen their spirits.

Dear Rain,


You might be mighty then us. You took away our homes, our lands, our crops and everything we owned. 
You ruined everything that we made working hard all these years. There is water everywhere, still we don't have clean water to drink. Contagious diseases are rampant due to floods. We lost our loved ones in the floods and didn't had the dead bodies to give them a decent burial. 
We are left with nothing to wear, nothing to sleep on and nothing to eat. 


But you know what, you can never take one thing from us, our hope and strength are still high. If we made our homes before, we will make them again. It's true that our eyes are filled with tears but we haven't forgotten how to smile. 
We might be poorly fed, homeless and weather stuck but we know how to thank Allah in all the conditions. We have faith that one day it will all be fine. 
We are the nation that knows very well how to rise from our own ashes, our history witnesses it and believe us, time and world will witness our rise again Insha Allah.


                                                                                                                            Pakistanis

The Evolution Of Significance

Sometimes we idealize people, think highly of them, make them giants in our mind, look up to them for comfort and feel honored to have them with you. Hold them high in esteem, for you the whole world can be wrong but not them, they are angels to you, your most precious possessions of life. Life seems comfy and secure.


Then by the passage of time the giants start decreasing in size, you realize that they are human just like you made of flesh and bones. They have the same faults and shortcomings. Thats when the beauty of the colors become more prominent and a thorough understanding is reached. You become friends and the gaps start decreasing. You share everything significant and insignificant. 


Then gradually those humans start getting tired of you and fall to the level of animal. They hurt you, break you into pieces like scavengers. Your dignity and self respect keep getting bruised. Still you hold on because you cannot live without them. But when they need you, they become kittens, curling in your lap asking for attention. 


You cry, you break but then you get over it and now the same giants are merely scurrying insects to you,, you stomp over them Crunch, crunch, crunch and go on to make new giants with the same faith..

Rabea Kamran

A Little Thought

This is another share that was worth sharing...


Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.


Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.


Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.


Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.


All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.