A “Versatile blogger” nomination! :D


When all is said and done… nominated me today for “The versatile blog award”, that  is so kind of a brand new follower! I’m so thankful! 🙂

Here’re the rules of accepting the nomination:

  • Thank the person who nominated me.. Thank you “ellen“! 🙂
  • Include a link to their blog.. It’s up there!
  • Nominate fifteen blogs I enjoy and follow.. Stay tuned!
  • Inform said bloggers about their nominations.. Done!
  • Finally, share seven random things about myself.. And here I go:
  1. Sometimes I think I’m in med. school because of ER!
  2. Though I live in Cairo, crowds still irritate me!
  3. I’m obsessed with buying books; I just can’t resist the scene of any printed work settled on a shelf!
  4. Coffee and chocolate define my passion..
  5. I’d rather walk barefoot than wear high heals.. I can’t stand them!
  6. I’ve always wanted to learn karate.. 😛
  7. I love watching animation movies, and watching “Psych” makes my laugh my heart out.. 🙂

And my nomination goes to..

  1. ASPIRE. MOTIVATE. SUCCEED!
  2. Ayesha Qazi.
  3. Better this way.
  4. cooking-spree.
  5. Dear Optimists.
  6. Different Strokes..My musings!!
  7. h2o by Joanna.
  8. Just babbling.
  9. Lets Untangle.
  10. Patterns of Nature.
  11. Peas and Cougars.
  12. PICTURES IN LIVING COLOR.
  13. Something. Nothing. Everything.
  14. The Pajama Chef.
  15. TheSilentSoul.

Happy reading! 🙂

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Confessions of a semi-doctor: (2) The curfew, the flu & the bomb!


Okay, that simply was one hell of a crazy long day! I hope you bear with this too long post, but this is the story cut-short!!

First, I had a course starting at 7:00 am (too early I know), that wasn’t the issue; the imposed curfew from last night till 7:00 am around the area where the course was held due to some foolish chaotic acts was the issue! Anyway, I was a little worried about having to break the curfew in order to get to the course on time (and a little thrilled too!) 😛

The second issue popped up when my little sister had missed her school bus. I had to take her to school, and ended up getting late to my course (also missing the curfew)! 😛

Then, there came the flu! I was too busy with sneezing & blowing my nose to focus. I found myself staring blankly at nowhere and the only thing I got from the course, was that the teaching doctor is a “dead ringer” for “Henry Spencer“!

The drama didn’t end after the course had. I dragged myself to the hospital to attend my clinical round (yes, they’ve ended the strike a week earlier). Things were quite boring ’cause I was almost asleep, and I swear I would’ve started dreaming if it wasn’t for that fire alarm!

They were evacuating the building, but our doctor didn’t bother! She insisted on staying and carried on teaching for the next two hours!! I too didn’t bother; my head was burning and was only thinking of one word; “HOME!”. Once the doctor was done, I re-dragged myself out and got a cab! The only thing that occupied my head beside the headache on my way back was how “devoted” our professors are!!

Back home, I was kind of surprised as mom was like: “We’ve heard the news and have been calling you! What’s with that bomb?”  I went like: “Oh, that?? Ha-ha-haaaatchu! No clue! My phone’s switched off and I’m so sick!”
The news aired that some crazy guy had thrown a teargas bomb into a hospital room avenging his ex-wife, which got me wondering how crazy life is going!!

Here’s what the news said, apparently, I was too unconscious to hear neither the ambulances nor the fire trucks! I didn’t even smell any gas, thanks to the flu! 😉

Confessions of a semi-doctor: (1) What a beginning!


It’s fairly unusual to begin your year with a strike! Wait, this means we haven’t technically begun anything! Our doctors have joined a huge strike demanding the leaders of our university to step down and claiming elections of new leaders. Bunches of students and professors marched today to the main campus in protest, and this got me to wonder if those “leaders” have ears!

To cut the story short, teaching at college got suspended for the upcoming two weeks. Unluckily, this doesn’t mean staying at home or having a vacation as I’m already sucked into cycles of endless courses; it’s a very long story! Seems that this year will carry loads of surprises and stories to tell, and that is such a good news! 🙂

Pre-back to school syndrome!


I’ve never been in love with those few remaining days of summer vacation.. People would normally seize every moment of those fun “remnants”, whereas I walk the opposite direction!!

I go into a “hibernate” mode; my vacation’s active rhythm freezes, my mind goes blank, I run out of the enthusiasm I had throughout summer, I even fail to find anything I love to write about, and everything turns into pure boredom!

Pathetically, slipping into lectures, clinical rounds, courses and the very usual (and mostly boring) Med. School routine is the only way I can “restart”!

The good news is, 5 days from now, I’ll be going back to School! Let’s see how things will turn out.. And frankly speaking, this has nothing to do with books and studying (even medical students don’t like that); I’m not the nerd you might think of.. Or am I?? 😀

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…”