I can't think of a single reason why I should be a surgeon, but I can think of a thousand reasons why I should quit. They make it hard on purpose... there are lives in our hands. There comes a moment when it's more than just a game, and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away. I could quit but here's the thing, I love the playing field.

A MAN I CAN LOVE:)

I want a man I can love. A man whose love for me Was decreed by our Lord above. I want a man I can trust, A man who I’ll want to respect and honour, Not because I ‘must’, Or because obedience to him Was upon me thrust, But because he respects me And honours me, And deals with people in a way that is just. And because, above all that, He respects and honours the Words of our Master, And this will make my heart beat a little faster. I want a man I can learn with, Someone to hold hands with. Let the man To whom I’ll give my hand Be a man I can laugh with. I want the little things, And from this, Love begins. And with it, Rahma and Mahabba From our Lord it brings. I want a man who will lead me, A man who will accept me. One who will guide me, Protect me, And lovingly correct me. I want a man who makes mistakes sometimes And is willing to take some time To admit when he is wrong. One who doesn’t always try to be strong All on his own, But allows me to come along, Stand by his side, And be his partner, Lifelong. He should be a man with a beard—Now wait, I know you might think that’s a little weird, But, even though I want a man who will love me, I want him to love our Prophet SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam More than he does me. I want that love to show on him, In the way that he dresses, And the way that he moves. The way that he loves me, And the choices he may choose. It should be the means by which Our life together improves. I want a man I can grow with, Someone I can sow with The seeds of our trees In the Gardens of Jannah. I want to fall in love. Just once, just him. Forever and ever.

Ameen.

dua'a

Dear Future Husband.

I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I just want to be the one you call your wife. Your presence will give me happiness. You’ll be my halal prince charming. Riding your horse of Taqwa. Holding onto the Quran in your right hand and the Sunnah in your left. I hear you’re worth the wait, so I’ll wait Insha’Allah. My heart belongs to Allah swt and only Him. You’ll have to get lost in Him to find me and even then you’ll still have to rightfully become apart of my heart. Only trough Him. What I’m trying to say is that WE have to get lost in Him to find each other. I hope you’re up for for the journey. I know I am~ Alhamdulilah.

I won’t stop praying for you..

A Surgeon at Night

From Academic MedicineAuthors and DisclosuresJeffrey J. Dehmer, MD

Posted: 02/06/2012; Academic Medicine. 2012;87(1):73 © 2012 Lippincott Williams & Wilkins

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• Abstract and Introduction

Abstract and Introduction

Introduction

Like many important lessons in surgery, this one came at night. Hospitals change when the sun goes down—mere survival becomes paramount. Particularly early in training, we learn who we are as doctors at night. The feelings of fear and confidence meld together. Unlike in the operating room, rarely is anyone looking over your shoulder at night. During the day, we present our best selves to our colleagues and patients. At night, though, we are tired and often our defenses are worn down.

Typically, we review labs and radiology studies prior to seeing the patient because it's more efficient. However, the emotional side effect is detachment. The patient becomes a sick colon that we'll have to remove. As residents, we rationalize our reactions because this practice optimizes the time that we spend on each consult. With so many patients to see and only 80 hours a week to do so, every second counts. The need is even more acute at night; we just try to stay afloat until our replacements arrive at 6 am.

One night, I was paged about a female patient reported to have the most holy and coveted of all nontraumatic surgical diagnoses—an acute abdomen. I rushed to review her CT scan, searching for any indication that surgery was necessary. Like a shark who smells blood, I was following the trail that led straight to the OR.

The case seemed innocuous enough. From her CT, the patient looked frail—not terribly young or healthy even before her most recent intestinal insult. Her internal organs all showed the signs of age. I felt so smart after my computer biopsy—ready to go forth and operate. She was another sick colon to me, one of many in a steady stream of cutting, dissecting, sewing, and ultimately learning.

The attending came in to see the patient. She is the type of physician who I would want taking care of my mother's, my wife's, even my own, sick colon. She simply talked to the patient. And I listened. The patient lived alone, albeit with much help from family and friends, so she was unwilling to do anything that would compromise her independence. Admittedly, when I saw her labs, CT scan, and finally her in person, I immediately thought, "nursing home." After talking to her, we chose not to operate. I never found out the details of what happened to her after that, an underappreciated side effect of night rotations. However, I do know that staying out of the OR was the right decision that night.

So much of our training seems diametrically opposed to restraint, to knowing when to stop. At times, it even appears at odds with rational thought. The gray area between the appendectomy and the Whipple, the gunshot wound to the abdomen and the aortic dissection, is where we learn how to be doctors. Those brief moments sitting on the bed and listening are what patients remember. They don't see the quality of an anastomosis or the empty right-upper quadrant anxious to receive a new liver. They see and hear and feel who we are as people when we talk to them and, more important, when we listen to them. At night, as the frenetic pace of the day slows, everyone— patients, families, physicians—realizes the toll that the day has taken. I learned that sometimes we all need to simply sit down and listen. It may be the best medicine.

 

♥ A woman's du'a for her future husband ♥

O Allah! Please grant me the one
Who will be the garment for my soul
Who will satisfy half of my deen
And in doing so make me whole

Make him righteous and on your path
In all he'll do and say
And sprinkle water on me at Fajr
Reminding me to pray

May he earn from halal sources
And spend within his means
May he seek Allah's guidance always
To fulfill all his dreams

May he always refer to Qur'an
and the Sunnah as his moral guide
May he thank and appreciate Allah
For the woman at his side

May he be conscious of his anger
And often fast and pray
Be charitable and sensitive
In every possible way

May he honor and protect me
And guide me in this life
And please Allah! Make me worthy
to be his loving wife

And finally, O Allah!
Make him abundant in love and laughter
In taqwa and sincerity
In striving for the hereafter!

May Allah grant all the Muslim sisters with such husbands... Ameen! :) ♥

solat!

True story told By Shaykh “Abdul Mohsen al Ahmad”, it happened in Abha (the capital of Asir province in Saudi Arabia)

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After performing salat A Maghrib, she put her make up, wore her beautiful white dress and preparing herself for her wedding party. Then she heard the Adhan of ‘Ishaa and she realized that she broke her wudu’. She told her mother “Mother, I have to go to make wudu’ and pray ‘Ishaa.” Her mother was shocked: “Are you crazy?!! Guest are waiting for you, to see you! What about youe make up? It will be washed away by water!” Then she added ” I am your mother and I order you not to perform Salah now! Wallahi if you make wudu’ now, I will be angry at you”. Her daughter replied: “Wallahi I won’t go our from here till I perform my Salah. Mother you must know that there is no obedience to any creature in disobedience to the Creator.” Her mother said: “What would guests say about you when you’ll show up in your wedding party without make up? And they will make fun of you.” The daughter asked with a smile: “Are you worried because I won’t be beautiful in the eyes of creations? What about my creator? I am worried because, if I miss my Salah, I won’t be beautiful in His eyes.” She started to make wudu’ and all her make up was washed away, but she didn’t care. Then she began her Salah and at the moment she bowed down to make sujud, she didn’t realize that it will be her last one.

Yes! She died while in sujud.

What a great ending for Muslimah who insisted on obeying her Lord. Many people who heard her story were so touched. She put Him and His obedience first in her priorities, so He granted her the best ending that any Muslim would have. She wanted to be closer to Him, so He took her soul in the place where Muslim are the closest to Him.

SubhanaAllah!

She didn’t care if she would be beautiful in the eyes of creatures so she was beautiful in the eyes of her Creator.

Imagine if you are in her place..what will you do? What will you choose?

Pleasing creations or your Creator?

Do you guarantee that you will live for the next minutes? hours? months? No one knows when their hour will come or when they meet Angels of Death. So are you ready for that moment?

What do you choose:

Pleasing yourself by non wearing hijab or your Lord? Are you ready to meet Him without hijab? And what about you, sister who are “in relationship” or “open relationship”? Are you ready to meet your Lord today? Tomorrow? What do you choose pleasures of this Dunya or pleasures of Akhirah?

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May Allah guide us all to what pleases Him and grant everyone who is reading these lines good ending.

Ameen Ya Rabbul Alameen.

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Many couples express their love by saying "I'll be with you until death do us part", but for Muslims it's even more beautiful to say "not even death will part us, because we will be reunited in Jannah, insha'Allah"