we don’t give our men the time and the space to grieve.
a dad lost his daughter in our ward yesterday, and he was expected to figure out transportation for the body, the burial place, signing all documents, and making sure the rest of his family gets home safe.
i love urdu because instead of saying ‘my schedule is swamped’ you say ‘kuch kaam hain apni marzi ke, kuch kaam faqat majboori hain, phir waqt buhat hi thora hai aur saray kaam zaruri hain’
being at a fauji hospital means you could be doing the most harmless thing like walk by the library or sth and some dude will pop out of nowhere to say ‘madam yahan chalna allow nahi hai’
had a 23 year old patient today who was worried she would lose her virginity during a colonoscopy. had to sit her down for 5 minutes to explain the anatomy of the female body and how virginity is a social construct.
i went out to get an order from foodpanda and one of my old hamsaye uncle was talking to the rider asking him ‘ye foodpanda kidhr hai? aur har koi apse order kyun karta hai?’ followed by the rider’s failed attempts to explain k foodpanda ka koi restaurant nahi. 10/10 adorable.
i wonder if he ever sat down to grieve. just pure, unadulterated, ‘i want to rip my heart out of my chest’ grief. when we complain about men not being expressive enough, we must ask ourselves, do we give them the space for it?
to all my AKU friends, my DMs are open if you want to talk about abdullah. we lost a classfellow a couple months ago, and know exactly how it feels to have an empty seat in a classroom. duas for abdullah and y’all 🤲🏻❤️
the more you study islam, the more you realise how deeply rooted its foundation is in a community. you cannot isolate in a room and find God, you have to meet His creation and build a community, 5 times a day, minimum.
APS Humayun needs better teachers who can mentor young girls instead of the constant shaming to mould you into a ‘shining star of APSACS Humayun Road’ | a thread
the amount of juniors i see who hang out in large groups just because of the social acceptance they think comes with it.. no. please choose people who are good for ur soul and ur purpose in life, public perception is the last thing u need to worry about
almost all of housejob is just seniors trying to justify the hardships they went through as a house officer and 'turned out just fine' so they'll make you go through the same. don't perpetuate the cycle, man. we're not here to add meaning to YOUR suffering
the med student urge to say ‘that’s so cool’ when u see a patient with a disease you’ve studied about a lot, while also trying not to sound too excited to the point that it seems apathetic
my house help just passed away. she was the kindest, most lovely lady. she moved from abu dhabi to pakistan as a young bride, not knowing a speck of urdu. her pakistani husband passed away after a decade, so she had to look after her kids alone
@MHuzaifaNizam
observing pakistani gynaecologists in the labour room is like being transported back to the 1200 BC where women are shamed or even physically assaulted for ‘being too noisy’ or ‘not pushing hard enough’. i have no respect for them
say it with your chest, you cowards. yes, mcdonald’s pakistan pays royalties to the mcdonalds corp. royalty payments may not DIRECTLY go into the pockets of the IOF but mcdonalds corp does provide IOF with free meals. oh, and it’s not a conflict. it’s a genocide.
the thing i loveeee the most about islam is how accessible Allah is. literally never a time when you cannot talk to Him. and no person who’s a middle-man in your relationship with Him. this opens the doors to so much intimacy and honesty in our conversations.
you can tell they’re losing at their propaganda when they start tweeting like a 15 year old self-proclaimed influencer on Instagram who’s announcing a giveaway
listen. if you work in healthcare and a patient comes in sick, the first question should NEVER be ‘what took you so long to get help?’
there’s multiple barriers to seeking help. yes, people do not trust doctors in Pakistan (we’ve done nothing to combat the stigma)
the most authentic friendships are the ones where your friends sit you down, look you in the eye and tell you ‘this is where i think you messed up’. so imp to be surrounded by people who are truthful, with themselves and in their friendships
abba paused eating a pakora during iftari today and said ‘Rasool Allah (saw) ne kabhi pakora khaya hoga?? 🤔🤔 and then just quietly resumed. stooppp being so cute 🥺
i love women so much. one of my friends forgot to take her eyeliner off and it turned into a smudged, effortless look the next morning. i told her it looks nice and the next day she came with proper kohl-lined eyes. we fawned over surmas and kohls and
@butterbooter
ive been on the receiving end of having my texts left on read if a friend is reallyyy going through it (even if they don’t explain it) i swear it isn’t more imp to have answers to a text than it is for me to know my friend is ok, coping!! 🥺
the problem with textbook-ish doctors is that they’ll ask a patient ‘apka makan kacha hai ya pakka?’ while looking straight at the patient’s Louis Vuitton bag
had a casual, heart-to-heart session with our professors today. we talked about their kids, their lives, their memories. we laughed and cried. it was so wholesome. andar se ham sab aik jaise hain, with the same hopes and dreams
when i first started practicing Islam-it was hard. i thought islam was a difficult religion, but over the years, the more i’ve studied, i’ve come to realise that it really is easy, and everything we do is for us. Allah doesn’t need anything from us.
one of our patients was on the verge of passing away. she was whispering ‘iska khayal rakhna’ ‘usko ye de dena’ to her family. it took her 5 mins to distribute what she’d built for decades. this is the reality of this dunya. 5 mins is all it takes
who gets to define what ‘normal’ is when it comes to psychiatry?
my khala was telling me about a patient they registered in a drug trial for schizophrenia
being a people-pleaser is not the same as being a ‘considerate’ person. people-pleasing comes from a deep insecurity within a person that tells them they are not worthy of love unless they’re putting others’ needs before their own. this leads to
a white man stole my sister’s phone in london and i told her it’s not the first time a white person has stolen sth off of a brown person. she didn’t find it funny??
zindagi mein agar AIK cheez seekhi hai, and i don’t mean this lightly: Allah always has your back. He knows what intentions others have. He hears conversations behind closed doors. trust Him.
they should have a word for when you’re coming back home after a long journey and see the first signs of familiarity in your city like a bus station, or a tree, or a busy intersection that makes your mind go, ‘aha! now i know where we are’
i left a matter up to Allah, completely. part of it meant fighting against the part of my nafs that wanted an explanation, or hold onto the delusion that i am in control of my life. it wasn’t until i had even forgotten about it that i felt like (1/n)
someone might be overreacting to a seemingly stable situation because of their *own* insecurities. we never know what people have buried away. we never know what resurfaces during conflict. we can choose not to take their reaction personally though
when it was noor and zahir, an entire platoon of apologists came forth justifying murder because noor was in a haram relationship.
why is intimate partner violence in a halal relationship, that leads to murder, not good enough for your debate?
@safialatif
safia your work is on display in the hearts of thousands. sometimes your paintings flash before my eyes in the middle of the recitation of the Quran or taraweeh. 🫶🏻
ok but do you guys realise how profound this is? rizwan was on the autism spectrum which meant his expression of love was textbook-ish. and he still manages to do it in the most beautiful way ever.
if you feel down or left out, or don’t feel like you’re in a ‘festive mood’, it’s okay. we don’t celebrate because life is perfect on eid, we celebrate because despite everything, we have hope in God’s mercy
she told me k waqt hamesha aik nahi rehta. i have a sneaky suspicion Allah brought her into poverty and difficulty to elevate her ranks. remember her in your duas this jumuah. may Allah have infinite mercy on the soul of maryam aunty ❤️
firaun killed babies to make sure he would stay in power. and Allah sent a baby right into his house to be raised by his own hands. reminder that you can kill, blackmail, torture, but if Allah wills, you will still fall.
i have so much respect for people who keep a check on their lower nafs. have you ever seen someone lose their mind in public? probably someone yelling their head off at someone who bumped into their car? or someone who throws the first punch in a fight?
the problem with the healthcare system in Pakistan is that it’s designed for an empathy burnout. you cannot continue in this environment as a morally conscious, ‘i give a crap about my patients’ person
had an afghani patient today with absolutely no medical records. she was on warfarin for 20+ years because some doctor prescribed it once upon a time after a surgery. so painful to see what war does to a country. afghanistan always deserved better.
Someone gave me a Bonne Maman sampler for Christmas, and now I need ideas for what to do with these tiny, adorable jars. They are too cute to throw away!
about 3 years ago, i wronged someone and buried it deep in my mind. there was no way i could ever ask them for forgiveness, but i prayed they would forgive me anyway. this ramzan, after one prayer, i say salam and notice that person in the row behind me.
hasd is the most pathetic sin because someone thinks they’re harming someone else by being jealous, but in reality they’re only burning in their own fire. be kinder to yourself, stop competing, be grateful.
miss you sahar. today’s our first ospe since you passed and i realised you’ll never be in final year, you’ll never message me before an exam for notes. i hope you’re happy in jannah, ye dunya ki cheezain tou waisay bhi peeche reh jati hain
one of the cutest reasons i love islam is because i made a friend in south africa purely because we would talk about islam (and she would let me ask fiqh questions from her teacher). we’ve never met, i don’t even know what she looks like..
mind you, mr.husband is a doctor as well. if you can’t support your wife’s career, if you don’t want to co-parent, and if you have an issue with changing diapers, please mention this before your mom goes out in search of the trophy doctor bahu.
she learnt urdu, learnt how to cook, and then started working at different houses as a cook. one day she told me her life story in broken urdu, on how she used to live in palaces back home, and how she had so many house helpers. but here, she’s one.
God, in His infinite mercy, was patting me on the back to tell me, ‘hey, remember that situation you left up-to me, here’s how i fixed it’. long story short, ‘and whoever places his trust in Allah, Sufficient is He for him’- quran, 65:3 (2/n)
jab ham 4th year mein thay tou community medicine department hamain, ironically, aik eye hospital ‘dikhanay’ le gaye. they had a centre for rehabilitation. jahan par dunya ruk jati thi. asaan ho jati thi. for those who’d lost their vision.
muhabbat karne walay kam na honge, teri mehfil mein lekin hum na honge is probably the most painful way of saying goodbye. you don’t even wish bad on them, their realisation at what they lost is enough of a pain they have to live with.
one of our brightest PGs brought her husband to meet the HOD today. mr.husband started off the conversation half-joking about having to ‘change the diapers’ and his wife ‘not giving their home enough time’. he made the same ‘point’ later, like 2-3x