Sunday, April 29, 2012

On Words from a Fashion Faux Pas





Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment, full effort is full victory.

Mahatma Gandhi



We had this English teacher back at prep college. She was one of those people who spoke English with a much thicker accent than anyone you've ever seen on tv, it makes you try hard to not say to yourself that she's overdoing the slang. Notoriously famous for grammatical strictness, lack of aiming capabilities and fashion faux-pas-ing, she was a constant source of ridicule and mean laughter amongst us students, who seemed at the time to always be on a vigilant search for faults and mistakes performed by this woman.

Our English as a class (save a person or two, and I'm not one of them) never did meet her standards. As were our knowledge of Australian addresses and our selection of names to address letters to for in-class formal letter writing exercises.

So one day in class, after an essay exercise she told us to complete several days ago, she called us one by one to the teachers desk to discuss our essays with her. And one by one, we went to the desk, and one by one went back to our seats, resuming our quests to reach Australia for tertiary education or simply to continue sleeping as our classes often went to late afternoons during those days.

My turn soon came and walking to her desk, I already saw the red streaks before I sat down on the chair. On the corners, over the messy handwriting, in between words, everywhere. Looks like my essay has been bloody slaughtered again. If it had a voice its probably shouting out to be euthanized as quickly as possible. And I sat on the chair, my eyes fixed on the paper.

And we went through the essay, bit by bit, her voice always going somewhere into my subconscious, never really reaching my thought centers. And towards the end of the discussion, she said " because you try hard…".

What?  What did she just say? I couldn’t remember what she was saying right before those words, but a bit later that day, after a lot of thinking,  I remembered what she said. She said "you deserve better…because you try hard…" (and she said something about how I needed to improve on several things so I can get better marks and not stay on the same plateau of low marks forever)

Right after she said those words, I felt as if I was caught off guard. And for the first time in a very long period, I looked at her face and into her eyes. I felt really touched. I actually felt like crying in front of her. And so I looked down instead, nodding my head vigorously at every pause of her sentences.

Maybe you, dear respected reader are confused as to why I reacted in such a way at that part of the statement she made. Maybe you, dear reader think that this teacher must have never uttered a single word of praise and hope to her students that upon hearing that I deserved better, I felt so flattered and proud my vanity felt so happy it was making me cry.

But no. She actually said to me something I really craved to hear at that time. By those words, it felt that she saw me. She didn’t see my marks, or my smile, or my laughter.

She saw that I was trying. And indeed, during that time I was really trying.  Then, and years prior. Day and night for a shot at learning medicine in some faraway land.

Sad, but no one before her has ever explicitly expressed that to me. No one has commended my efforts before her. No one ever. Everyone just wanted results; first place, second place, grades, trophies, medals, certificates, money.

It shows our pre-occupation with results, and our lack of appreciation for effort and struggle. Because that’s what we like, we feel like if something doesn't come off something, its not worth much. Because in the end nothing good happened.

But I beg everyone reading this post up till here to open our eyes and see the struggle and efforts of others. And appreciate them. And acknowledge their hard work. Because in a world where everything is fast and competitive, we often forget this. We often say 'good job'  and forget to pat people on their backs for their 'good effort'.  We tell people to 'study hard!!' and we don’t say to them 'take a break, you've studied hard'.

We forget that there is some wisdom in the road trip saying "what matters is the journey, not the destination".

With this I am making a public statement that I shall try to wake up early tomorrow for orthopaedics ward rounds !

Sincerely yours
Azfar

Friday, April 13, 2012

We Choose To Hurt?


I’ve been losing my mind
I pretend that it’s fine
Trying to keep it together
While I crumble inside
You got a friend at
The end of the line
(Love How It Hurts, Scouting for Girls)
 A nice song for the broken hopefuls

To quickly update my current situation:

I've just finished my 3 week Emergency Dept rotation, which is the best rotation I've had so far !!!!! At one point I was so hooked up on cannulating patients I felt unhappy if I didn't get to cannulate a patient for one day. 

The doctors were enormously helpful and easy going! Thanks Katie, Amy and Anas for the huge support and help with everything! 

I did my first: 
1. arterial blood gas, 
2. large bore cannulas (largest was 16 gauge), 
3. first encounter of a frontal lobe tumour and pretending to not know of the diagnosis when I went to get bloods from the patient. And tried to hold back a sorry look for the patient's wife and daughter. 
4. hear a renal bruit
5. see a patient with 6 pack abs
6. see a VQ scan done
7. helped in diagnosing a Ramsay-Hunt syndrome

It was good. And Anaesthetics was good too ! I learned how to intubate people from an Australia's Got Talent contender ! And got 2 tubes in ! Hooray !!!

I'm having a huge writers block at the moment, so I apologize to all my readers as I'm unable to write up anything brilliant for anyone to read.

And anyhows, the contest went great! I'll post the winners translation soon =)

Kind regards
Azfar 

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Friday, March 16, 2012


And We have placed within the heaven great stars and have beautified it for the observers (AlQuran, 15:16) 


Meteor and Milky Way Over Banner Peak


To be here one day and witness this...Subhanallah.





Wednesday, March 7, 2012

On Eyes That Stir Up Torrents

And your Lord has decreed that you not worship except Him, and to parents, good treatment. Whether one or both of them reach old age [while] with you, say not to them [so much as], "uff," and do not repel them but speak to them a noble word.And lower to them the wing of humility out of mercy and say, "My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small."
(Quran, 17:23-24)


Peace be upon y'all reading this unworthy blog !

How are you in health and happiness? I just wanted to write something quick as I am missing the nice feeling of typing intuitively at length without thinking of the consequences of doing so.

Distinguished members of my online audience, today I'd like to remind us all.

That you never know how deeply you are able to touch another person's heart. 

An apology, a handshake, a laugh, a smack on the back, a moment of eye contact, a brief touch, a word, a facial expression, everything you do, albeit how small it is to your perception, can produce huge torrents of emotion inside another. Positive or negative those emotions may be is up to the distinctive scenario, but if you are one of the participants in it, do not underestimate the power you have over the other person, and never underestimate the power of the other over you.

I am a melancholic soul, always hoping to get back in time to prevent these 'slips' from happening. And although my mature self has often laughed at this hopeful intention, for it now believes that everything that happened is better than what could have happened, there are just some things that it wishes it would never have done.

For those who have faith in me, I thank you. I probably don't deserve it, but you have no idea how much that faith means to me.

Yours truly
Azfar

Sunday, February 19, 2012

On My Latest Man Crush




    “Indeed, in this [Quran] is notification for a worshipping people. And We have not sent you, [O Muhammad], except as a mercy to the worlds.” [Quran: 21:106-107]


    Ahhhhh where should I start? So much to relay, but too many uninterested ears, busy eyes and occupied hearts.

     Yesterday I saw a webcast, thanks to a link I found through a friend's blog (you, yes you…! thanks !!). After reading the small entry that came with it, I decided that it would be interesting to take part in the global event. And after telling my friends about it, some of whom encouraged me to buy tickets, I bought several tickets for the event. Little did I know though, the webcast which I initially thought would correlate well in timing with another event happening on that day was actually happening at a later time in that day, smack middle in time of the other event.

    Knowing this, I knew that many of the friends whom initially thought that they could sit and watch with me would not be able to do so (with heavy hearts, I can assure you) and as planned earlier, I went to watch the event on a large TV at 'the crescent' with its so very cool inhabitants (yes...you guys!!). Why tell us the details of the pre-event, you ask? Spare us these cumbersome details of your pitiful life please.  

    Well, I have a complex. I over think many things, in ways bordering to those with OCD would, I have to admit (a tutor once told me that all doctors statistically have some obsessive compulsive in them, that's what makes them able to do the studying and the job). I was thinking about this webcast, the excitement that came leading to it, imagining a huge bunch of people enjoying and spending time together in front of a screen to a good cause, and the eventual turn out. As capricious as the weather these days it seems, things change.

    I'm no stranger to these incidences. Many things I've done before have just met up with, quite frankly, nothing. I remember a time when I travelled a long way in the dead night for something, and right in the middle, was told that there's no way I could make it in time for that thing. And so with a heavy heart I chucked a u-ie (read: youwie/ U turn), already three quarters of the way. That night I questioned lots of stuff, and so beat up I was emotionally, I decided to just sulk the night away. I know God doesn't do things without purpose, I know that for sure. Its just me, why does it seem, sometimes, that the things I do, with good intentions I must humbly admit, turn out to be such a waste?

    Ok lets not dwell on that. Lets read about the webcast !!

    The webcast was lots of fun as it was a very touching emotional journey. We were chatting with the malaysians online and making troll comments here and there. Haha. 

    Its theme was: Prophet Muhammad, lessons from his marriage life. And so the content brought about by the speakers, in subsequent four to five minute videos, were of the relations that the prophet had with people around him, mainly focusing on his wives. It portrayed this man of beautiful character, calm demeanor, wise words and reactions, attentiveness and sensitivity, love and affection, trust and loyalty, humility and machoness, empathy and even altruism. And all over again, as many times as I've heard stories about him, I had a man crush. Owh how beautiful this man was!! Listening to the stories yesterday nearly brought tears to my eyes * teary* !! He is indeed a mercy to mankind =)))))  

    And thus, I would encourage all of you, muslim or non muslim (apparently there were lots of non muslim who joined as well) to have a look at the website and watch the webcast, with open hearts. And together learn from the stories of this man. You will not be disappointed. I assure you.

    The website is: celebratemercy.com

    Have a look, have a click here and there and enjoy !!

    Holidays are here
    Azfar

    p.s.: One month post article translating contest, entries and expressions of interest = zero/ naught/ nil/ teloq ayam. I might have to get myself a new novel then!! :D


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Holding a Rose

Holding a rose

 Your hand bleeds from the thorns piercing your skin, 
your brain whirrs from the sickening spin, 
yet you held on,
for the life of you,
you held on

 Is it the visual presentation?
the petals dancing on a beat?
or the olfactory stimulation?
the scent so sweet?
Maybe it is the heart that confuses you,
for it beats quick, 
in a way no different to
how pleasure would make it tick 

-THE END-


I wonder about the curse placed in many hearts. The curse of holding on. The curse of persistence. The curse of reluctant hope.

It makes me ask: what does it take to let go? To say that you have chosen different paths and you are happy with them. To sincerely say that its okay that things turn out this way, that it is for the best. That we shall happily move on. 

Its not easy, I know. 

The reason I even tried this poem is that I saw something yesterday (ok.....now now... thats enough snorting and chuckling Zaid and Kiambang...and other poets out there..I had no other idea than the word 'tick'. Even after looking at the rhyming dictionary!!! This is my first time!!!! ).

It was a photograph. I know the story behind the photograph and I know the story leading to it, and the story after it. 

The photograph depicts the story quite well. Of two people who got caught up in a relationship that would, in the end prove to be...for the lack of better terms to describe it, hopeless. And thus its no surprise that it is as bad now as it will ever be.The thing is, if it was me who were in that relationship, the photograph would be the last thing I would look at. 

Not in this case though. This person chose to look at it everyday. Not that I would want to, mind you, but I can only imagine the pain this person feels.

One thing I don't have to imagine though, and I know this for a fact. Matter of the heart are never easy.

Dear Lord, You who hold our hearts in Your Hands, guide our hearts to find acceptance, peace and happiness. Amin~   

One week from holidays
Azfar