Miss me,
Kiss me,
and then
Leave me...
Rabea Kamran
Showing posts with label reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reality. Show all posts
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Freedom Atlast
Finally my final professional exams of medical ended, its been a beautiful, very tiring and a very elegant half a decade at my medical school. so am free, free, ffffrrrrrreeeeeeeee..
We are strange people, we long to be free and independent, live our life by our own will. We don't like being chained up, we want to be free like birds. But infact the reality is really different. We love slavery, we all do, we are slaves to our desires, wealth, hopes, success, to meet deadlines and to love ofcourse.
Its funny how we run from one cage to the next, we all want to touch that warm rays of sun of morning but by the end of the day we want the coziness of our cage back.
Freedom is limited, we are always bound by invisible chains, to our work, commitment, our loved ones, our relegion, culture. We say we want freedom, we say we are free people, we have freedom of speech, freedom to live, to do anything we like, but in reality we always are bound and always will be, in one way or another.
Rabea Kamran
Friday, December 23, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, December 2, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, June 17, 2011
The Evolution Of Significance
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
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