Everyone has a different perspective on life. And it’s okay if yours is a little different than mine and mine is a little different than the whole world’s. Everyone is supposed to be different. It’s when everyone tries to act the same that this world ends up in chaos.
Salam! The days are moving onwards and I’m getting lazier with my posting. The days are hot; though today mercifully Punjab was blessed with rain and cloud cover to beat the intensity of the heat. Let’s hope something similar is bestowed upon Karachi!
Today’s post is a link round up of cool stuff I’ve seen around the interwebs, that I hope might peak your interest too.
The latest on the Karachi heatwave. Keep donating and distributing, guys. May Allah be with all those who are suffering.
This saying, ever so true.
This groovy illustration. (I’d also recommend checking out the rest of the site; Amazing work!)
Also a few links for this blog right here that you may have missed. *cheeky smiley* :
These are some of my random thoughts which I wrote on another blog in another state of mind in another lifetime. Thought it was high time they be compiled in one single place. So here it goes:
Some friends are just not worth it. Especially those who will always be those type of friends who will keep you in their life just because they want to use you.
All the tragedies in my life have not only taught me loads of lessons, they have ended up making me a person who was never bitter to start with.
Always judge a person by the words he says when he is facing hardship. That is his true self.
If you have someone who can hold you before you fall to the floor, about to shatter into a million pieces, you are one lucky person.
Look me in the eye and steal my soul.
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I don’t think I really need to go into detail about the heatwave in Karachi, turn on any news channel or see on any social media online, you will get the facts and numbers and the gut wrenching death count. The city has to face yet another test to it’s faith, and resources, in this holy month.
Basically that’s what’s been on my mind today, and I’m not going to sugar coat it or put fancy words to it. The question remains, what can we do?
Those in Karachi are doing what they can, providing first aid, distributing water. One should know the basic first aid for heat stroke; now’s as good a time as any to brush up:
I’ll be very honest, this is yet another crisis in which I’ve felt helpless at being unable to do anything directly.
Well, first of all, we can donate. Here’s a link I found floating about on Twitter, I hope the effort is working:
Secondly and just as importantly, what we can do, or at least what I choose to do is pray. Yet another blow has been struck to this nation, another jolt to our senses to remind us to work together for the better. May Allah help our country fellows through this difficult time, and ease their suffering. Aameen.
And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient,
Who, when disaster strikes them, say, “Indeed we belong to Allah , and indeed to Him we will return.”
Those are the ones upon whom are blessings from their Lord and mercy. And it is those who are the [rightly] guided.
فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا
Verily, with hardship comes ease.
soooo. I wrote this for my college magazine, which is also why there is a excess of quotes (in a bid to make it more interesting) and language that I might not necessarily use otherwise. :p I know I’m somewhat deviating from the spiritual today, but that’s allowed a little bit, no?
THE DOCTOR PARADOX
And to, The Hospital, grey, quiet, old, where Life and Death, like friendly chauffeurs meet.
-William Ernest Healey
Isaw a person die the other day.
Whats more, I was left shocked; not at the event itself, but at my own indifference to it. Having seen cardiac arrest sensationalized on television, in cinema and in books so often, I seemed to have been desensitized to the actual thing. Indeed, everything did seem to slow down as the flurry of action began to build up. The doctors and house officers, running to the patients side and the nurses ushering out the family members so they would not have to see the ordeal; these are two of the most common images. The beads of sweat accumulating on the medical staffs foreheads, as their efforts became increasingly futile. Finally, as the beep, beep, beep of the cardiac monitor gave way to the monotonous beep when it flat-lined, as uniform as the crestfallen yet hardened expressions on the medics faces.
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it; a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.
Having chosen medicine as my professional, occasionally I cant help but think that Ive signed up to fight a (eventually) losing battle. Dont get me wrong, I mean it in the least morbid sense possible. Its common knowledge that, in this world, only two things are certain; firstly, that everything must change, and secondly, that ultimately, everything must come to an end. As a vast majority believe inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun and indeed it is our beliefs on death that greatly effect how we live.
Its undeniable though, that professionals of the medical field fight vigorously to improve the quality of life of their fellow human beings. The Declaration of Geneva states I solemnly pledge to consecrate my life to the service of humanity and I will maintain utmost respect for human life; and the Hippocratic Oath, to which medical practitioners are bound, uses similar wording. All life is sacred, on a religious as well as a humane level. Scientifically speaking, it is primal instinct of survival, to push death and deterioration as far away from us as possible.
The physician should look upon the patient as a besieged city and try to rescue him with every means that art and science place at his command
-Alexander of Trailes
Coming back to the inevitability of death, it fascinates me how nobly doctors struggle to win those battles against disease, when they know the war was never in our hands. Its an interesting point that:
Medicine is the only profession that labours incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence
The efforts of these dedicated individuals, allow them the reward of satisfaction that though life will eventually end, the patient can live it to the fullest while possible. I guess, we have the innate desire to be fully spent by the time we come to the end of our time on this earth. So that we may be truly ready to go.
And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, as equals, they departed this life.
-The Deathly Hallows
I remain in awe at the sheer devotion and the painstakingly compassionate attitude of those in the medical profession, and sincerely hope to be like them one day.
Greetings, folks. Our regular transmission was interrupted due to unforseen circumstances. Haha I wasn’t feeling very well last night, so I opted to sleep till sehri and hence was unable to do a post for Day 3.
I’ve reinstated my night owl habits now though, and am sitting with textbooks open before me, still in anticipation of productive study. There also happens to be a plate of pakoray in front of me, from this evening. I’m resisting the urge to wolf them down as I type.
Oddly enough my motivation for eating them is less hunger and more….stress? I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with the phenomenon, but ‘comfort eating’ with certainly be the death (or at least obesity) of me. Gah!
Which brings me to my thought of today. Anxiety.
For this I’m also going to (not so) sneakily share the link for one of my older posts, on a similar topic. *cough* HERE *cough*
For me, studies and exams are one of the biggest causes of anxiety, along with thoughts of the future, and the condition of our world on general. Look around you though, amd the causes are endless. Everyone has their own way of dealing with their stress and anxiety, be it taking time out to breathe, physical exertion, art, or one of the most important, in my opinion; prayer.
I realised the anxiety I feel in exam season, especially since being in med school, is a pretty common thing. Hey, nobody said the med life was going to be easy. Also, nobody said you had to go through it alone.
I came across this dua on tumblr that I used to have on my old phone (before it got stolen. Long story.) and that I have written on a piece of paper on my wall in exam season.
I found it helpful, maybe some of you do too. Salam. 🙂