I am Dr Sumaiya Hasan from Karachi, Pakistan.I have done my bachelors in dental surgery.I am a dry and antisocial yet a simple person.My philosophy of life is "be different and do different".I have special affection with nature. If I was not a dentist, I would have been a nature photographer or an artist. I have a poor power of expression and for this reason you wont find any frequent posts on my blog. I usually donot find enough time and words to express my feelings and experiences and most of the times post videos and pictures in relation to my feelings on my blog.
"Usi par bandh ke bethen hen sari umeeden, wo zindagi jo kisi se wafa nahi karti"
I often find such statements spoken by some of those people who are enjoying the bestest blessings of life..financially bestest, relationship wise bestest, academically bestest etc etc..If they are so much fedup of this world that they put these dialogues (stated above) as their facebook statuses, why cant they simply let these blessings go or why cant they simply donate these blessings to someone who is really fond of this world or who really is interested in all these blessings.."wo zindagi jo kisi se wafa nahin karti"??? then why are they so obsessed with life and blessings of life? one might answer that they have been given this from God..yes true but if they dont care of life and they are more worried for their life hereafter then why are they so much content..is it because they are fully prepared for their life hereafter??or the reason is that they themselves actually are obsessed with this materialistic world?? DOUBLE STANDARDS, DUAL PERSONALITIES!!I am not saying that they should reject all the blessins of life if they care for their life hereafter more..This would be ungratefulness..but some blessings of life can be distributed amongst the humans and other creations of God..Unfortunately there are only some people who would do this..the others would proof at that time to have a small heart.. I remember a line here from the drama "Man o Salwa" directed by Babar Javed, written by Umera Ahmed and telecasted on HUM TV few years back..the writer states: "Ye bhe chahye or wo bhe?? zindagi men ya to ye hota hai ya wo..ye bhe or wo bhe nahin milta"
I really wanted to write an extraordinarily good review for this drama..my blog readers must be knowing till now what a huge Pakistani drama fan I am and this is drama is an exceedingly good piece of work by Umera Ahmed..unfortunately I donot have a right to write a review for this drama..its because I feel I have so much within my personality which resembles Falaq's personality and while writing a review I feel ashamed of myself..neither would I quote here some exceptionally touching lines from the serial as people can watch it themselves..the whole serial however can be summarised in one quote of Imam Ali A.S which is:
Eid, has been everything except being itself in our country. It means everything except the true eid day..its a Islamic day when we Muslims celebrate happiness because no sin is performed by us that day...this is the true meaning of eid by Islamic dictionary..maybe we should change this day's name atleast for our dear country as we celebrate it in a totally opposite manner..this day is more about wearing A-one designer's dresses with precious jewellery if you are talking about Ramazan eid and more about delicious meaty feasts if you are talking about Bakra eid..its more about kheer, kalejees, tikka, boti, bihari etc etc..its more about comparing your animal of sacrifice with your relative's animal..unfortunately this is the meaning of eid in our society..and we celebrate it with so much delight because our media has so many cheap programs which they can show us..they have a collection of cheap Indian movies for us on eid day which are not at all according to our Islamic culture..they have a collection of concerts which we can hear and spoil our 'qurbani' and all the 'prayers and good deeds performed by us throughout Ramazan'..and its unfortunate that we still have guts to wish each other 'eid mubarak' with so much pleasure!!
کسی زمانے میں ایک ملک تھا جس کا بادشاہ بے اولاد ہی مر گیا۔کوئی قریبی رشتہ دار بھی ایسا نہیں تھا کہ جسےتخت و تاج سونپا جا سکتا۔ تو امیروں میں بحث شروع ہو گئی کہ بادشاہ کون بنے گا۔ہوتے ہوتے یہ طے پایا کہ کل صبح جو شخص سب سے پہلے شہر کے دروازے سے داخل ہو گا اسے بادشاہ بنا دیا جائے گا۔اگلی صبح کا سورج طلوع ہوا تو سب کی نگاہیں داخلیدروازے پر ٹکی تھیں۔ اچانک ایک ہیولا سا دروازےمیں سے اندر داخل ہوا۔ہر جانب مبارک سلامت کا شور اٹھا ملک و قوم کو اگلا بادشاہ مل ہی گیا تھا اور دروازے سے داخل ہونے والا ایک گدڑی پوش فقیر حیرت سے سب امرا کے چہرے دیکھ رہا تھا جو اس کا ہاتھ چومنے میں ایک دوسرے پر سبقت لے جا رہے تھے۔ خیر قصہ مختصر۔ بادشاہ سلامت دربار میں جلوہ افروز ہوئے ایک وزیر نے اگے پڑھ کر عوام کے دگرگوں حالات کا رونا رونا شروع کیا اور رقت آمیز لہجے میں شاہی ٹیکس کم کرنے کی درخواست کی۔ بادشاہ سلامت نے پوری توجہ سے بات سنی اور سن کر مراقبے میں چلے گئے۔ کچھ دیر بعد سر اٹھایااور حکم جاری کیا۔ "حلوہ پکاؤ۔" شاہی فرمان تھا۔ سرتابی کی مجال کسے تھی۔ داروغہ مطبخ دوڑا گیا اور شاندار حلوہ تیار کروا کے لے آیا۔ بادشاہ سلامت نے نہائت اطمینان سے حلوے کی رکابی صاف کی اور اگلی فریاد پیش کرنے کا کہا۔ فریاد سنی لیکن شاید کچھ فیصلہ کرنے کو ابھی مزید حلوہ درکار تھا اس لیےپھر ایک بار وہی فرمان جاری ہوا۔ "حلوہ پکاؤ۔" الغرض فریاد پہ فریاد پیش ہوتی رہی اور بادشاہ سلامت حلوے کی رکابی پہ رکابی صاف کرتے رہے۔ اچانک قلعہ دار دوڑا آیا اور پھولی ہوئی سانس میں بولا کہ بادشاہ کے مرنے کی خبر سن کر پڑوسی حکمران نے یلغار کر دی ہے اور اس کی فوج فصیل کے باہر پہنچ چکی ہے۔ بادشاہ سلامت کا کیا حکم ہے؟ بادشاہ سلامت نے غیض و غضب کے عالم میں حکم جاریکیا۔ "حلوہ پکاؤ۔" حلوہ کھا ہی رہے تھے کہ قلعہ دار پھر دوڑا دوڑا آیا اور بولا کہ حضور والیٰ دشمن کی فوج فصیل توڑ کر اندر داخل ہو چکی ہے۔ بادشاہ سلامت کا چہرہ غصے سے سرخ ہوا۔ "ان کی یہ مجال ۔ ۔ ۔ اور حلوہ پکاؤ۔" مزید حلوہ پیش کیا گیا۔ کچھ دیر کے بعد قلعہ دار پھر سے نمودار ہوا اور بولا حضور کچھ کیجیے۔ دشمن کی فوج محل کے باہر پہنچ چکی ہے۔ اس بار بادشاہ سلامت کچھ فکر مند ہوئے اور بولے۔ "اچھا۔" پھر کچھ سوچ کر اٹھے اور بولے۔ "اچھا بھئی بھائیو۔ فقیر نے تو حلوہ کھانا تھا وہ خوب سیر ہو کر کھا لیا۔ اب دشمن آ گیا ہے۔ تم جانو اور تمہارا ملک جانے۔ بابا تو یہ چلا۔" اتنا کہہ کر بادشاہ سلامت نے اپنی گدڑی پہنی کشکول ہاتھ میں تھاما اور حق اللہ کی صدا بلند کر کے چل دئیے۔ ( ہمارے موجودہ حالات کے عین مطابق)
1. The most ignorant is the one who trips over the same stone twice. 2. You can never realize what guidance is uless you understand the case of a person gone astray or the one who is lost due to ignorance. 3. I you desire what is honorable, avoid what is forbidden. 4.Beware! Sight of thousands of living beings may not deceive you. They are all bound to go, one following the other.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full..
The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed..
'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car..
The sand is everything else---the small stuff.
'If you put
The sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Spend time with your children.
Spend time with your parents.
Visit with grandparents.
Take your spouse out to dinner.
Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter.
Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.
The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'
The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend
I didn’t actually talk to her during my five years of med school. Only saw her occasionally, and noticed her even more infrequently; but those who did, lost her this morning of 9th October 2012. Her death was not due to natural causes. Her death was also not an accident. Her death was no less than a killing. It was a testimonial to our government’s efficiency. And her killers were no other than the administrative and maintenance departments of Jinnah Postgraduate Medical Center (JPMC).
Her name was Dr. Sana Usman and she was my batch mate in Sindh Medical College. We had only just graduated in March and it has been 5 months since we have started our House Job in JPMC; one of the largest federal government hospital in Pakistan.
For more than one week she was on ventilatory and cardiac support in the Surgical ICU of JPMC. Her only mistake was that she used the elevators in the Nephrology department. Elevators that had gaping holes in its doors, where there should have been glass. It was in those gaps in which her dopatta got stuck and as the elevator moved, it strangulated her. In her effort to free herself her arm was twisted behind her back and inside the open window of the door. After considerable delay she was “rescued” from the elevator and brought to JPMC’s emergency department on a stretcher that was pushed on the road as fast as it could go.
She was declared dead in ER before she was resuscitated and her heart restarted. It took more than 15minutes of CPR, enough for her brain to be permanently damaged because of lack of oxygen. From there, she was shifted to the Surgical ICU. But all of this was to no avail. It only brought 9 days of false hope to Sana’s family and to us.
Her death has been a shocking eye opener for me at least. What kind of a working environment are we doctors in? Where there is no guarantee of our lives, where I doubt whether we’ll all even come out alive of this mandatory one year training or not? Where there is occasional exchange of gun fire and bomb threats (read explosions) in its premises including the ER, where the looters on lose can anytime snatch you of your valuables or better yet sneak into sleeping female doctors on call room and steal from their bedside and where perverts strut around with their pants down assaulting doctors sexually...
We doctors have been working here for 5 months WITHOUT a single months’ salary being paid. That’s what the late Dr. Sana Usman said to her sister a day before the fatal accident that she was a financial burden on her parents even though she was a working woman.
I beg to you, to the President of Pakistan and to the Director of JPMC don’t let more of us die in vain. Let her death be a catalyst for change, a change for the better and for the good.