I was going to write a post about the new efforts being made in areas of pakistan to get women on wheels, but after yesterday’s attack on Bacha Khan University I find myself too upset to write about anything else. Over twenty people dead and fifty injured in yet another gross attack on our educational… Continue reading Of attacks on educational institutions
Every year I compile a list of the books I read the previous year along with a brief review. Because of my house job, 2015 wasn’t very productive, and I only finished 37 books. However, some of them were absolutely fantastic, so I think it was a good year anyhow. (read previous years: 2014 2011 2010… Continue reading Book List 2015
Happy New Year Readers! Last year, as you know, I was completing my internship (house job) at a private hospital in Karachi. It was one hell of a hectic year, but it finally ended on the 31st of December. I am currently embracing the glorious freedom that comes with it ending. It was a wonderful… Continue reading Valedictorian.
I learned phlebotomy from the second-best at the art of bloodsucking – the staff. The absolute best – the masters and mistresses themselves – were the phlebotomists. We kept a certain distance to them. The only time you talked to a phlebotomist was to beg them to take your late lab request slips, or to… Continue reading Of phlebotomy
I take my swollen, post-call1 manhoos 2 face to both weddings, because the schedule changes only allow for so much leeway, and “better post-call than not at all” has become the mantra of my life. How many weddings can you miss before you’re no longer considered part of the family? That’s not a question I want an answer… Continue reading of being post-call, and weddings
This is a bit of a filler post, because I have been incredibly absent on this blog for the past few months, and with good reason. The reason being, I have started my house job/internship. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a year of post-grad training, where you get paid shit and get… Continue reading Of the house job/internship
There is nothing stronger than the urge to be alone. As she sat in the dark of the wardrobe, the slightly rough wood stroking against her bare feet and her elbows, she could feel her muscles slowly relax from the clenched state they were in before. The clenching that was natural in the presence of… Continue reading Alone