It’s called hope..


“Life is a road full of twists and turns. Learn to enjoy the ride no matter how bumpy it is. For every twist and every turn, a blessing is always given in return.” ~ Anonymous author.

You never know where the “ride” leads or when it ends. Sometimes it takes you where sun shines and birds sing on blooming trees. But there come some “stations” where it blacks out, leaving you in dark tunnels where ghosts linger.. It scares the hell out of you, but it leaves you no other choice, you need to get through. You wish you had a source of light, so you can make your way out..

Well, it’s not as horrifying as it seems, if you realize that those ghosts are nothing but your fear. You’re never aware of it until it haunts your heart.. The longer it settles in there, the more it impairs you and the longer you listen to it, the more it controls you..

And that light you need, comes from your inside, it’s called hope.. The longer it gleams in there, the more it directs you and the longer you hold on to it, the more it empowers you..

I’ve been through lots of dark moments, well, who hasn’t?! I freaked out, I panicked, but that only got them darker!

Only when I reminded myself I wasn’t on my own, and that God had put me there for a damn good reason, only then, I could let go of my fears, conquer darkness and find a way to sunshine..

As you go with your “ride”, always shed some light, keep the hope shining and “ghosts” will flee.. 😀

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Confessions of a semi-doctor: (3) Forgotten blessings..


It’s true that we don’t appreciate what we’ve got until it’s gone. Yet, seeing someone aching for losing simple things we’re unaware that we’ve always got, definitely helps!

When I first started my clinical rounds, my mind was focused on one thing; learning how to treat the ill. However, those very people have given my mind such a good slap! Yelling at “him”: wait, there’s more to learn! Well, I can say I’ve learnt the kind of lessons that aren’t found in books!

Bumping into the disabled, the deaf and the blind. Talking to people who were too sick to sit straight or walk by themselves. Seeing those who have forgotten their beloved and couldn’t recall who they are… That certainly has got me losing the proper words to express how I felt about it, I only get to say that such experience has and will always remind me to thank God for granting me the gift of being who I am and for teaching me that I truly am blessed.. 😀

P.S. Sorry for not posting for like three weeks or more. I had a mini-block, but thank God, it didn’t last longer! 🙂

iRead: (1) The Kite Runner, the few lines where I cried..


The Kite Runner, by Khaled Husseini is one of the few books that had really  touched my heart.. I don’t remember a chapter that hasn’t moved me into tears, but here’s my favorite part; where I really cried!

“… I bow to the west. Then I remember I haven’t prayed for over fifteen years. I have long forgotten the words. But it doesn’t matter, I will utter those few words I still remember: La illaha il Al-laah, Muhammad u rasul ullah. There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is His messenger. I see now that Baba was wrong, there is a God, there always has been. I see Him here, in the eyes of the people in this corridor of desperation. This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him, not the white masjid with its bright diamond lights and towering minarets. There is a God, there has to be, and now I will pray, I will pray that He will forgive that I have neglected Him all of these years, forgive that I have betrayed, lied, and sinned with impunity only to turn to Him now in my hour of need, I pray that he is as merciful, benevolent, and gracious as His book says He is. I bow to the west and kiss the ground and promise that I will do zakat, I will do namaz, I will fast during Ramadan and when Ramadan has passed I will go on fasting, I will commit to memory every last word of His holy book, and I will set on a pilgrimage to that sweltering city in the desert and bow before the Ka’bah too. I will do all of this and I will think of Him everyday from this day on if He only grants me this one wish: My hands are stained with Hassan’s blood; I pray God doesn’t let them get stained with the blood of his boy too.

I hear a whimpering and I realize it is mine, my lips are salty with the tears trickling down my face. I feel the eyes of everyone in this corridor on me and still I bow to the west. I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I’d always feared they would…”


Coffee for the heart..


I’m so in love with these lyrics..The way they described our relationship with GOD really amazed me.. They’re so touching! 🙂

Written by: Mo’ez Mas’oud(*):

There are nights when I can’t sleep… I’m never sure why..

And the doctors they keep telling me… you should lead a healthy life..

But a voice keeps telling me that I’m supposed to cry, and i’m still trying to figure out why I like living lies..

You know I could never really count… all the things you’ve given me, and when you take you’re really giving.. but that’s not what I always see..

And I carry on takin’ and livin’ my life and I send you all my bills.. And you know that it feels good in the morning yet at nighttime it kills..

And I still can’t seem to close my eyes, and the doctors still keep telling me you should lead a healthy life…

And what really drives me crazy is how much you love to give,

you watch me take like crazy, I don’t thank but you still give…

And I carry on taking’ and livin’ my life and I send you all my bills and you know it feels good in the morning yet at nighttime it kills..

And even now as you inspire me, my heart’s gone out again..

It amazes me how fast it can fall asleep and wake again

If there was coffee for the hearts, baby hook me up… with a life supply..

I wanna make sure that my heart’s alive so I can close my eyes..

Cause there are some who wakes up every morning and their heart is still asleep..

And I can’t even close my eyes without this coffee of mine..

And I carry on takin’ and livin’ my life and I send you all my bills.. And it don’t even feel good in the morning and at nighttime it kills…

There are nights when I can’t sleep and I’m never sure why and the doctors they keep telling me… you should lead a healthy life!

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(*) Mo’ez Mas’oud is a well-known Egyptian host of television and radio shows about Islam in both English and Arabic.

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