This Was Long Due

Hola amigos! Once again, I realize how ridiculously long it has been since I last visited this beloved space of mine. But I come bearing gold. Quite literally!

November blew past my face in a frenzy of activity. My favourite activities for that matter ;)
As my college celebrated it's annual fest, I celebrated the things I love doing most. To be honest, it was long due. And when on the 10th of November I walked up the dias, faced a room full of people and spoke into a mic, I realized it had been a long time since I had felt alive.
The thrill of public speaking is amazing, but when the crowd breaks into applause right in the middle of your monologue...it's an other-worldly feeling.

The topic of this year's debate was "Is abortion murder?" With me speaking in the affirmative.
(Yes, even our literary events are medical :P)
And before I manage to lose the piece of paper that bears my speech, I'm going to type it out here.

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I was a miracle. I beautiful miracle. I lay peacefully, reclining on exquisite, velvety cushions, so wonderfully warm and protective. Food came floating to me and all I had to do was absorb. Cosy and comfortable, I began to grow. Cell by cell, inch by inch, I grew.
Until the day I was pinched, grabbed, cut and crushed. I was sucked out of a home originally built to protect me, I struggled. I fought. My blood pressure began to rise and my pulse began to race.

Until the noxious chemicals trickled in...and then it was all over.

I am a Medical Professional, being trained to protect and preserve life. And today I talk on behalf of those who stand at the very beginning of life, especially those little pre-born humans, who today reside in the wombs of their mothers and will be soon delivered...or MURDERED.

Abortion IS murder which snuffs out an innocent life. And even if we were to distance ourselves and call it a "zygote" a "parasite" or even a "chunk of tissue," give it 266 days and see what emerges from the mother's wombs. It will be a human being. Only machines like clocks and cars come into existence part by part. Living beings come to exist from the very moment of conception, fulfilling all 4 criteria of "Biological Life."
A zygote possesses inherent metabolism. It grows. It responds to stimuli and it divides.
And unless this little human begins to endanger the life of it's protector, it's termination IS tantamount to murder.

But what of little humans arising out of disgraceful events- let's say rape?
Remember that this little human is not responsible for his own creation. NO human being is! The guilt lies with the man and it cannot be imputed to the child.
Rape per se is not an indication for abortion. The woman needs support- mental, physical and financial. NOT an abortion. You do not nullify a tragedy by committing another. two wrongs don't make a right.

Contraception can fail and the best of planning can fall apart. Responsible people have to make tough choices sometimes. Ending a life is not a choice, it's an escape route!
Financial constraints and social evils ARE intimidating, but all life is precious- ask a childless couple.

Furthermore, abortion arising out of any reason is traumatic. It violates the woman's body that has been physiologically prepared to nurture a growing life. And that is why, an abortion brings with it feelings of self-destruction, guilt and isolation, Much like the feelings of a murderer in the aftermath of his crime.

Nothing can erase what an abortion does. It takes- it kills- an innocent life and that is irreparably wrong. An unborn child is not a potential person, he/she is a person with much potential.

I wonder if you have ever noticed the ease with which people talk about appendicectomies, knee replacements and even cosmetic surgery. But NO ONE ever freely talks about an abortion. Because no one can talk freely about murder.

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 This was followed by an equally powerful speech by my partner, Sana Nayeemunisa. Our team, Spartans-2012 was unanimously declared the winning team. :D

Despite the praise and adulation that followed, the two and half minutes I spent on the podium were minutes of true, unadulterated joy for me. Something that even the medal and the trophy cannot overshadow.



                                         


Buuuuut isn't it cool when you are simply doing something that you love to and someone hands you a prize for it? ;)

21 years of Alhumdulillah

Today I start to retrospect again, with a write-up that has become an almost ritualistic part of my blog. I have been blessed enough to greet yet another July, making this my 21st. Yes, senility has struck and the metaphyseal plates have closed. The time to grow has passed, time to evolve has begun.

For long I have wondered what this article should be about, what events of importance must it include, what feelings it must convey and what it must conclude with. I scanned a trained eye over everything that was, on the lookout for anything that could add significance to this article. What I found was overwhelming. Overwhelmingly simple.

I found twenty one years of Alhumdulillah.

This has been the most splendidly master-minded life. A life where Blessings far outnumber any complain my human-self could make. A life that has overcompensated for any deprivation, any failure, any loss I ever took. My life with all it's "flaws," has been nothing short of perfect. Alhumdulillah.

But to you, dear reader, I have something else to say. Maybe you have followed this blog since it's inception or maybe this is your first ever visit here. It doesn't matter. If you are reading this, here is what I want to tell you:


DON'T EVER DESPAIR.
Hang in there with a smile and I promise you it'll be fine. Pray. Pray the pain away. Let the Heavens know you're hurting, not people. Cry not on a shoulder, but in seclusion, with Angels for company. If you hit dark times, look for light within. If you find yourself alone, tell yourself that's stupid; the people of Alhumdulillah are NEVER alone.
If you are physically wounded, give it time. For a broken spirit, apply some Faith.
When knocked down by Life, cushion the fall with Patience. Be patient, and God will be with you. Learn to labour and to wait.

FORGIVE.
Yourself first, then everyone else. We are imperfect beings in a perfect world who ride on infinite Mercy to get by each day. Pass on this favour, for this is no small feat. Spread among people that which rains upon you from the Heavens.
Revenge is immature. Revenge is fickle. Those who seek it seek only to harm themselves.
Look around you in those "this is so unfair!" moments. Look around you. Are you a small child? At the bottom of a well? On a dark, starless night? Thrown in there by the people you most loved?
Ofcourse not.
No matter what your situation is and no matter who put you in there, remind yourself that you have not been thrown into a well while the world presumed you dead. And if little Yusuf Alaiyhissalam could find it in him to forgive, then so can you.

SAY ALHUMDULILLAH.
This is the perhaps the simplest trick of the lot and my most sincere request to you, dear reader. Appreciate the little gears that click impeccably to get your life going. If you think you're in a bad place, say Alhumdulillah. Because in these bad places and the by these wrong choices is how you learn the best of lessons. Say Alhumdulillah when you're in pain, for pain purges you of impurities like fire purges metal. Say Alhumdulillah when loneliness creeps in, because God wants one-on-one time with you.
Have a complain? Tell Him. Unprepared for exams? Tell Him.  Feeling sick? Tell Him. Want your Haemoglobin to rise? Tell Him (< true story :P) Sad? Tell Him. Happy? Tell Him!
Tell Him because He wants to hear from you.
Do you know your heart stops beating for a split second when you sneeze? And that is why you say Alhumdulillah after. Seriously, imagine having to use a defibrillator to revive sinus rhythm each time you sneezed!
My point here? It's only a matter of perspective. You could either complain about the cold, or claim brownie points each time you sneezed. ;)


So that sums up a lifetime of lessons. After finding my way through wide lanes, wrong turns, shady alleyways and confusing road maps, I am here now. I am exactly where I was supposed to be and headed exactly where I am supposed to go. And so are you!
Never despair, always forgive and give thanks. This is a journey worth taking.

Alhumdulillah.

Shed the Old

For five months I have stayed away from the part of my life that has a way of putting all other parts into focus. The place where I shed the old in preparation for the new, much like the theme that adorns this screen. My sabbatical has not been for lack of trying. I have tried to write on several occasions and on various themes. The harder I tried, the more difficult it became to find words, and more accurately, words that could do justice to the feelings they encompass. I saw my writing change from a free flow that is characteristic of me, to that of forced expression. I could not allow that to happen.

So I am writing today, sitting in this huge hallway that is my Community Medicine Lab, pulled here by the desperate need to write, for I should've been in the Dept. Of Orthopaedics, examining and fixing painful joints.

There are so many articles left unfinished, so many stories introduced but not since concluded and so many thoughts in search of liberation...

That I have not written, does not mean I have not thought. For I have done nothing but think all this while. I have thought about the beginning and the end, the "if's" the "but's," the "why's and how's and when's." The middle and the roundabout. And when it got too overwhelming, (the way it always does) I gave it to God and went to bed.

While I was at it, new developments came my way. The only event of note was my 2nd MBBS Examinations, which commenced on the 20th of January, 2015. Praise the Lord that I passed these exams, (or more appropriately, squeezed my way out) which means I'm halfway through with my Undergraduate study!

Which also means I'm half a doctor. And by the looks of things, a pretty bad one. For I saw on the 15th of this month a girl who lacked dedication, determination and well, anything else that is needed. I passed exams in top division but failed myself in so many ways. Grateful as I am for everything, I am also aware of what could have been, should have been.

What I started 18 months ago in euphoria, I ended in humiliation. Will I ever forgive myself? Yes. But only after I redeem myself.

I start 3rd MBBS in search of myself and on the lookout for answers.

What's lacking?
Am I good enough?
Will I ever be good enough?

-I will know by next year iA, and so will you! ;)