Rantings of a Doctor to be

BY: MUSEERA IRFAN, B.D.S., BATCH IX. My biology professor once said: a true science lover a doctor at heart would have a myriad of biological references swimming in her mind, just before bed time questions and inquisitiveness parading her thoughts as she falls asleep to the anatomy of humans and their functional malfunctions interrogating their essence and summing the variations in genetics so why is it, that just before my eye lashes kiss my cheeks for good a plethora of colours and words: scarlet red, lilac and emerald green verbs, adjectives, similes short phrases and long winded sentences a thousand … Continue reading Rantings of a Doctor to be

The origin of Ziauddin.

I love Lyari. I was born there; it still makes me sad to see what it has turned into. I clearly remember how my father started a school literally on the river bed and I am a proud graduate of the same school. He always emphasised greatly on the importance of education. They even made a movie on my mother, when she was in the 1st year of med school and my elder brother, Tipu, was in the 5th; all because our dad kept pushing us towards the better and we achieved it. Now we have over 40 doctors in … Continue reading The origin of Ziauddin.

A Beautiful Mind.

BY: SYED USMAN ZIA, M.B.B.S., BATCH XX. As a child, he was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism. At first when doctors informed them, his mom was in denial. She kept on holding to her false belief that it was just another fancy term in the ever-changing dictionary of medicine. Like, some people believe that ADHD is nothing but just an excuse for those who don’t pay attention. There is a feature of this disorder that is termed ‘meltdown’ which is a nightmare for the one who experiences it. One day in school, he had a meltdown. His first ever out-of-control … Continue reading A Beautiful Mind.


BY : RAAMIZ NAEEM, M.B.B.S., BATCH XXIII. I look around me, and I cannot tell if I carry about a gaping hole, or an insatiable inlet. It seems to me that we are born incomplete, the final piece of our transcendence hidden beyond the womb. So forgive me if I laugh, at the arrogance of the world’s children, hastening to complete their own personal puzzle. But do any of them even realize that, united by one goal, they must be divinely segregated, according to the shape of their apertures? Let’s agree, then, to gaze into the hole is maddening. For … Continue reading FINDING THE PUZZLE PIECE.


BY : MARYAM AKHTAR, D.P.T., BATCH VII. The rain didn’t cease, and I was soaked, I begged for him to stay, but I never hoped. He went limp, and a black rose bloomed, The colors of death and agony groomed. All the gifts and love I had gotten, But then me, he had forgotten. That night, my heart had sunk, And I couldn’t fall asleep on my bunk. They thought I didn’t know, Cause I never took the bow. Mercy, day and night we prayed, Only his departure delayed. For the true mercy he had pleaded, Was death, to his … Continue reading CANCER.