Speaking doctors

Its been almost an year now. An year since I sat on this chair. Waiting for my turn for interview. Interview for oncology fellowship. There were two candidates. Me and the other girl. Its been almost an year. An year of spring, summer, fall and winter. But I ve loved it. Every season. Still standing. If not tall, but still standing.

Its five pm as I leave hospital. Everything looks beautiful. The sky so blue, the birds so peaceful, the trees swaying to some dance. Its December and its winters.

Yes its winters, I feel chilly, I have a sweater and will wear it. This is in response to all those who laughed at my winter collection. Yes, I ve forgotten that the other day I gave my brother the same sarcastic smile treatment. Winters to me are oh so beautiful. Chilly. The foods in winter are amazing. Crisp vegetables. You look at them and you fall in love. Peppers, carrots, peas. The delightful soups, the coffees, the dry fruit. I love food. I guess my resident Sidra meant to call me fat, when she told all in the call room that she is yet to see a person who loves food the way I do. I know Sidra that if you read this, you'd go like, 'Oh Dr Zarka, I didnt mean it that way!'. Well I know Sidra, I am just trying to create some excitement. My blog has started to turn flat, you see. Alright, enough of talking to myself. Happy winters!

If words could just explain If they just had the strength The feel, the dept The sound. Its simple if you think Its simple if you think If words could just explain..

Its afternoon. Time for some travel. Time for some pics.

The most beautiful day of the week, Friday, is few hours away. I have always loved it. As I leave hospital, I see tents being arranged within the hospital ground for Friday prayers. Following Friday is the much awaited weekend. As I type, my right eye continues to tear. Its the flu and its flowing. Oncology has made me grateful, grateful for what I have. For all the things that seem so trivial otherwise. Grateful that all organs function the way they should. That i can eat whatever i like, walk around, as much as I please, say whatever I think. There is so much to be thankful for. So so much. I once heard that 'shukar karnay ki aadat honi chahiyay'. Lets develop that habit. Lets start today.

Why do we kill each other? When will we improve. When will it happen that if one person is killed, the killer gets punished. The values are lost. We are just muslims. By name. Being a muslim means to submit to God's will. To do what He says. Because He is there. Always. It must sadden Him to see us in the state that we are. When you lie you are said to be clever. Lie for this transient world. For the superficiality of it. The glitter. When will we change. Is it that we dont pray hard enough, or the fact that we have forgotten to pray. The line between right and wrong is blurred. Wrong is right. Lets pray for His mercy. His mercy, His help. To see the right path.The simple path.