Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Rehab

8.34pm
31 Januari 2017
Path Lab CSI
Galway, Ireland

Jam sudah menunjukkan jam 8.42pm. Setelah menulis beberapa baris ayat, aku seperti tidak mampu untuk benar-benar meluahkan kata. Apakah sebenarnya yang mendorongku untuk menulis? Setiap kali suatu idea datang menerjah benak fikiranku, pasti akan ku berfikir lebih daripada dua kali tentang keperluannya untuk ditulis; biarlah dalam bentuk elektronik mahupun tulisan tangan.Bermanfaatkah ia? Patutkan ia ditulis? Adakah ia akan membantu diriku atau adakah ia hanya membuang masa?

Sebelum ini, begitu mudah untuk jari jemari ini meluahkan kata. Bahkan segala kekusutan dapat dirungkaikan dengan menulis. Tetapi kini, fikiran dan kata-kata yang memenuhi pemikiranku tidak mampu untuk ditulis dengan complete. Seolah-olah masih ada kekosongan dalam penulisan ini. Seolah tiada rasa, seolah tawar dari perasaan. Jika tiada hati dalam menulis, apatah lagi mampu untuk menyampaikan fikrah/ilmu. Hati yang kering tidak mampu untuk mengungkapkan apa-apa yang mampu menyentuh hati lain.

Sudah sekian lama diri ini mahu menulis kembali. Bukan sahaja dengan kesungguhan, tetapi juga dengan hati. Betapa ingin untuk memberi lebih banyak, betapa ingin untuk mendalami lebih banyak.

Mungkin sahaja hati ini telah lupa bagaimana untuk menyandarkan harapan kepada kekuatan dan keesaan Tuhan. Mungkin kerana itu hati menjadi gundah. Mungkin kerana itu juga jari jemari ini gagal untuk menghasilkan sesuatu yang berkesan memberi kebaikan even to my ownself.

Ya Rabb, kuatkanlah aku untuk menjadi hambaMu yang bersyukur
Ya Rabb, lapangkanlah jiwaku untuk menerima segala ketentuanMu
Ya Rabb, berkatilah masa dan tenagaku agar banyak yang dapat ku berikan untuk jalan agamu
Ya Rabb, mudahkanlah aku untuk memahami dan mempelajari ilmu kerana ingin menunaikan tugas kekhalifahanku
Ya Rabb, hidupkanlah sanubariku dengan nikmat berjumpa denganMu dalam setiap solatku

And as all the rehab facilities here in the hospital for so many patients, is there any that I can go to revive back my dampened iman?


Monday, January 23, 2017

Ombre Rotations

11.46pm
22 January 2017
Galway, Ireland

I know it's already late at night but I feel that I must write this down before the memory I have of it fades away and I am left with only faint recalling of those 3 weeks which has passed so quickly.


This is Merlin Park Hospital. I took this image on my last day here coming for my respiratory rotation. After so many years of wanting to finally be in the hospital and get involved in learning the matter of medicine up close, I have finally come to my clinical years.

Merlin Park Hospital (MPH) used to be a TB sanatorium and when you arrive to this place, you will be able to see how vast the place is. Dominated by more grass than buildings, MPH is a very quiet place, almost like a small village where the people who come here are mostly those from the elderly group. My last week in the respiratory team was a pleasant one in comparison to the first two weeks that I have entering the semester. To be honest, I did not enjoy this rotation in the beginning.

Why?

Because it seemed too laid-back.

I came to the semester with an eagerness of learning and buzzing around the hospital, climbing flights of stairs and entering the wards, meeting patients in the abundance. Allah knows best though when he gave me a sickness that I have never had before, putting me on the bed for three days at least, coughing and feverish. Alhamdulillah ala kulli hal, after much rest and consuming some medications I was able to heal well only to enter a rotation that I felts wasn't pushing me up to my game. Back when I was sick, all I did was lay in bed doing almost nothing at all. My housemates were going in and out of the house in morning, only coming home quite late at night. They returned back with a stories of what they experienced throughout the day and everything sounded so exciting as they shared the new knowledge that they learned together with the scolding and embarrassment as well. I felt left out to be honest. I felt like I wasn't a medical student at all because the only thing I did for those first few days of clinical rotations was just staring at the ceiling and turning around on bed trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep in.

I clearly felt like a loser.

The weekends came and I wasn't able to go meet the sisters in Nottingham. I woke up in the morning alone, sick and coughing up blood. My body ached but my heart bore an even bigger hole. The loneliness just hit me deep and for a moment, the feeling of depression came and I felt completely worthless. I cried when I expectorated blood that Saturday morning as I have been having bouts of hemoptysis since two days ago. I thought I might be carrying some sort of malignancy inside me. I wasn't up to game, I wasn't learning, I couldn't function. I really, really felt insignificant. And when I entered my rotations back again the next week, gosh it was difficult to get my self-esteem back again. I was afraid to do many things, my tongue was tied, I couldn't speak, it affected so many things.

I dreaded my rotations till it made me have second thoughts of becoming a doctor.

Soon after, Allah gave me the best present.

Missing Kak Ejat

Allah reminded me of my mission through them.
Allah reminded me that I'm not alone and that He's always, always there.

Waktu sakit tu rasa jauh sangat dengan Allah. Nak bangun solat pun susah apatah lagi nak membaca satu juz Quran harian. Payah sangat nak buat apa-apa. Rasa tak berguna sangat diri ini. I even equated my existence to dust. Tapi berkat kasih sayang Allah, Allah bagi semula rasa nak kembali kepada Dia. Allah bagi peringatan bertalu-talu tentang misi utama diri ini dihidupkan setiap hari. Allah beri jaminan tentang balasan hari akhirat buat mereka yang sabar dan istiqamah. Allah memberi ketentaraman dengan jaminan ampunan dosa hasil daripada kesabaran atas ujian sakitNya. Allah memberi peluang untuk diri ini menghitung nikmatNya yang terlalu banyak jika dibandingkan dengan ujian sakit beberapa hari itu.

Alhamdulillah wa astaghfirullah, akhirnya diri ini bangkit juga daripada kegelapan depresi yang menyelubungi. Walau mungkin hanya setapak berjalan menuju cahaya, Allah masih setia memimpin dengan kesabaran yang Maha Agung.

And so the third week came of my rotations. I was not alone in heart, nor was I alone physically. Two lads who soon became two people that I admire became those who helped me out along that final week of respiratory rotations. They thought me more than just pathophysiology of asthma and bronchiectasis, they gave advice on how to better my history presentation and showed me example of how to be a good person - friend, student, human being. One of the interns at MPH was one of the kindest interns in the respiratory team and Dr Deborah coming as the ED intern was a great teacher to me as well. Dr Rabbitt never fails to bring up my confidence everytime I speak to her and the patients, oh the patients were so thoughtful for allowing us to the chance to learn from them.

Overall, my somber first rotation turned out to a beautiful one in the end. And alhamdulillah for all that has happened. *senyum mata sepet sebab mengantuk*

To more memories and challenges in the future
InshaAllah.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

For a Better World

I believe everybody is studying hard for their finals, doing their best to finish that assignment and cracking their head planning for their future.

No matter who we might be in the days to come, let it be a doctor, an engineer, an accountant, a rocket scientist, a pastry chef, a fireman or an activist, let's do it for the ummah.

Let's do it for the world.

Let's do it for Rasulullah.

Let's do it, most definitely, for Allah.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Words on Desktop Wallpaper

So here's a desktop wallpaper for anyone to use if they'd like. I took it from Kak Bazilah Mohd Zaki on her Facebook because I find the words to be extra compelling.

Khas buat kader dakwah seantero dunia. :)


Ikhlas,
Saya yang masih merangkak dalam tarbiyah, masih penuh dengan selaput jahiliyah.

Penyucian

Harini banyak pulak yang mahu ditadabburnya, hatta agenda menjahit pun menjadi peluang untuk tadabbur. (Sebenarnya sebelum malas nak menulis setiap lintasan hati. Wah, wah sibghah Allah gitu.)

I was never good at using thread and needle. Back during high school, whenever we had the task to sew different types of 'jahitan' for KH, mine would be the worse. Syasya would have one the best handcrafts when it come to sewing. And really, up till today all the patches that I had to sew would end up asymmetrical at all angles.

So today I decided to sew a huge hole on my blouse which was situated at the lower left part of it. Before, the hole never bothered me - it was just small. After months of letting it be, I soon find the slit increasing in size, with all the thread coming out like a bunch of angry yarnball. Thus, I decided to finally end its mayhem but sewing it tight.

And thus begin my endeavor of sewing the maroon blouse as 'properly' as I can ever be. Now before I began the ordeal of sewing the slit, I did not take the initiative to remove all the thread that's sticking out, together with that bundle of thread which I describe to be the 'Angry Yarnball'. Finishing my not-so-much work of art, I find that the stitch was not tight and decided to pull the thread already placed one by one to tighten it. When I came to the 'Angry Yarnball', things just got messed up and later (unsurprisingly) I was caught up in a dead end. There was no other choice but to cut the whole piece and stitch it back from scratch. Uhu.

I had to then make the decision to cut off the big mass of thread I made. And so I took a pair of scissors and cut through the whole pile of disaster. With that, I am finally able to mend my blouse properly and also, I learned how to sew neatly as well - much better than the first attempt alhamdulillah.

Mana tadabburnya?

It's coming. Hehe.

So what's the moral of the story from this experience of mine? Well, we're all human beings who make mistakes right? But all of us would actually want to be better and rid ourselves of our past misdeeds. Now, in order for us to become better slaves to Allah, we first need to cleanse our hearts and remove/stop/throw away/demolish all the improper acts that we have done.

Fasa pertama adalah penyucian jahiliyah, sekiranya diabaikan makan akan berlakulah 'Angry Yarnball' all over again.

And why do I say that? Well, if we don't stop the bad habits that we have, even if we try to make good deeds afterwards, we would still become tangled between those two things. Initially, it'll look easy to cope and you can simply mask away those ill doings with whatever goodness that you are trying to practice. But along the way, when you want to increase in the level of good deeds that you would want to do, the bad habits that you fail to remove will hinder your progress. Soon, you will be caught up with a huge mess and then, nauzubillahi min zalik, commit back to the past misdeeds you so wish to erase.

On the other hand, when you do decide to remove all the jahiliyah you have shrouding inside you, inshaAllah, proper repair can be taken. And with due course, you will be able to be a better person despite thinking that you lost a part of yourself. InshaAllah, what seems lost in our sight is never lost in the sight of Allah. He will definitely reward you for every sacrifice you make. *winkwink*

To add up to that, I'd say that being patient is essential both in becoming a better mukmin and also in becoming a dai'e. Sometimes our first few trials of trying to bring a liqa' will not bear fruit or achievement - maybe it would even just bring people away from ever wanting to learn more about the Deen. (peluh besar, moga Allah jauhkan kita daripada menjadi mereka yg menjauhkan manusia daripada agama huhu) But when one keeps trying, one will find the solution to enhance the skills needed in order to 'build' people as true muslims and mukmin.

Patience and belief is always key. Never ever give up.

And thus, ends my short ramble of me sewing the hole in my blouse. Till then~

Twas the jahiliyah I had to remove from my blouse before being able to mend it. A resemblance of my own jahiliyah perhaps?

Tadabbur OSCE

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

Today marks the end of my OSCE for this semester. Being a third year medical student is of course never easy than the years before. And for the exams this semester, doubt shrouds me almost everyday at every time, sometimes causing me to just limp over my lecture notes fighting the urge to sleep. This, is just a fragment of the many struggles being a medical student. I cannot fathom the multitude of challenges when I start to enter my clinical years, what more life as a doctor.

Both me and my housemate were scheduled to have our OSCE session at 8.00am in the morning. We had to get up early before fajr prayers and this wasn't much of a difficulty owing it to quite a sleepless night waking almost every hour starting from 3 am. All of us were anxious for our OSCEs, we practiced all the physical examinations outlined in our course, looked at multiple ECG strips again and again, listened to countless repetitions of heart sounds and practiced interviewing each other for our history taking station. We reached the Comerford building on time, and luckily knew the stations we were to be examined before getting in the circuit. The feeling of syukr was clearly seen on our faces as we tried to revise back again each of the steps needed to go through the stations. However, no matter how many times we went through the steps, I still felt anxious - a rope tugging at my tummy, my heart fairly having palpitations. Then, we were told that the exam will start later at 8.30am because one of the examiners was running late. Relieved but still anxious; the anxiety never really left.

Soon afterwards, all of us were placed in our respective stations and I was already starting to do the DR examination on a mannequin, the examiner ushering me to get it done as swiftly as possible. Two procedural skills station down and I'm off for a rest station. Next was a spot diagnosis station, two physical examination stations, heart murmurs, another rest station, history taking, EBM with Gloria and finally a rest station. I can say that I was quite disappointed with all the stations afterwards except the one with Gloria.

'I should've done better.'

'Why didn't I remember that it was the Temporalis muscle?'

'Allahu, I was supposed to ask the patient to smile and clench his teeth. GI pulak.. Haishhh.'

'Should've gotten the heart murmurs down properly yesterday'

Doubt, doubt and more doubt. I was scared that I completely screwed up my OSCEs and this was supposed to be the time for me to fly through stations and gain as much marks as I can - because the SAQ and MCQ will not be any easier than this part of the course. Sunnatullah. Uhu.

[insert picture of a fainting person]

Despite me thinking about all of the ways my failure would be manifested, I remembered what Ilyani told me - over and over again since yesterday, "Semuanya Allah dah tetapkan untuk kita. Kita hanya perlu tabah menjalani takdir Tuhan dengan sebaiknya." She's right anyway, Allah has it all written; the results, my effort, how the examiners would mark me, everything as already destined. I did my best already, it's done and finished. Allah granted me the opportunity to strive the best I could and now, it's in the past - the OSCEs and everything in between. And the examiners were so thoughtful in making sure that we weren't in anyway pressured. I know by far that I did make several mistakes, but never did they stop probing me to gain some answers and perspective towards my actions, hinting on what I missed and should be doing. Yet, because of the lacking I had, I couldn't get the answers elicited during the stipulated duration, finding myself to regret at my rest stations.

This situation reminded me of this world. Actually, the final exams reminded me of this world - its nature and its significance towards the life of a slave.


Exams are only done for a limited amount of time, with the duration lasting from a few minutes to a few hours only for each paper/subject/OSCE station/etc. And after the time ends, our answer sheets will be given to our specific lecturers to be marked and given a grade. This grade will then be released at a specific time and everybody will know how they did at that time. Some people will get good grades, some will not. Some will tell everybody about, some will keep it hidden. Some will be happy, some will be disappointed. Some will wish they did better, some are satisfied with the results they received.

This world is a place for that kind of exam for us humans. Everyday we are tested, formally or not formally, to make a decision on how to react and act or which answer to circle on that MCQ paper. A conclusion must be made and actions must be taken, this in return, will lead to desirable results or something disadvantageous instead. Such results can either make us squeal in happiness or weeping tears of sadness. Like it or not, this world is made like that to be, and Allah - in His Divine Knowledge and Mercy, is allowing us the choice and chance to choose for ourselves, good or bad. However, a fact most humans limit themselves to is the fact that you will get the outcome for the actions done in life only in this world. We forget ever so often that this world has a nature of being temporary and we have the afterlife; the Day of Judgement that will be our 'graduation day' in which all our effort, results, and decisions will be displayed for the world to see. On that day, some people will rejoice over the fact that they made the right choices, following what Allah has decreed in the Quran to be followed by His slaves.

The ones who have believed, emigrated and striven in the cause of Allah with their wealth and their lives are greater in rank in the sight of Allah . And it is those who are the attainers [of success].Their Lord gives them good tidings of mercy from Him and approval and of gardens for them wherein is enduring pleasure.

(At-Taubah: 20-21)

And there will also be those whom will be far more disappointed in themselves for taking the wrong turn in life and not choosing to follow Allah's words.

And those who disbelieved will be driven to Hell in groups until, when they reach it, its gates are opened and its keepers will say, "Did there not come to you messengers from yourselves, reciting to you the verses of your Lord and warning you of the meeting of this Day of yours?" They will say, "Yes, but the word of punishment has come into effect upon the disbelievers.
(Az-Zumar: 71)

Scary? Very much scary than Trump being President of USA definitely.

On another perspective, Allah is actually just teaching us to believe and trust in His ordeals. He just wants us to trust that He knows what is best, that He does acknowledge our struggle and that He's actually got things pretty cleared out for us from the day we were born till the day we breathe our last breath. And Allah, is not one to go against His words.

ادْعُوا اللَّهَ وَأَنْتُمْ مُوقِنُونَ بِالإِجَابَةِ وَاعْلَمُوا أَنَّ اللَّهَ لاَ يَسْتَجِيبُ دُعَاءً مِنْ قَلْبٍ غَافِلٍ لاَهٍ
“Berdoalah kepada Allah dalam keadaan yakin akan dikabulkan, dan ketahuilah bahawa Allah tidak mengabulkan doa dari hati yang lalai.”
(Hadis Riwayat At-Tirmidzi no.3479, hasan)

The Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said, “Allah the Most High said, ‘I am as My servant thinks (expects) I am. I am with him when he mentions Me. If he mentions Me to himself, I mention him to Myself; and if he mentions Me in an assembly, I mention him in an assembly greater than it. If he draws near to Me a hand’s length, I draw near to him an arm’s length. And if he comes to Me walking, I go to him at speed.’”
[Sahih Al-Bukhari]As always, we will definitely be tested again and again - probably because of the same mistakes we've made, probably to an even higher degree we've never really imagine we could withstand. As an a'bid we transgress so many times. We forget and we commit to those mistakes again, forgetting the promise we made to Allah never to repeat the wrongs we've done. And yet, He never really gave up on us no? In fact, He gives us comfort for the many times we fall, for the many worries we have and for the many doubts in our life.
Say, "O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah . Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful."
(Az-Zumar: 53)And really, what much of a right do we have to be giving up on ourselves just because of our own weakness, when He says that He will definitely grant us goodness?Astaghfirullahalazim. May Allah remind and protect us all.
P.S: Two more papers to go inshaAllah. All the best third meds!

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Abuse

Sometimes we abuse the Deen by only choosing what fits our needs
We feel that Allah owes us something for our obedience
And we only adhere to His ruling if we find it convenient for us

Astaghfirullahal azim

Kita claim kita layak ke syurga ke dengan attitude macam tu?