Patience my heart


I am trying very hard to console myself right now. And not to regret the choices I made for 2018. But it is soooo hard my friends. I have been crying alone in my study area for the past 3 nights or so. My husband and kids are usually asleep by then. I feel 2018 is very overwhelming and yet I am expected to be calm and on top of my game. All the time.

Recently, I have to be patient with a lot of people. My husband who is gradually acquiring his Set of Attitude as a Specialist. My parents who are just, I don’t know, hmph. My brother who do not want to be helped. My work demands and related things I still struggle to understand. To them, it’s just another day. Another conversation. But to me, at the other end, I had to play along. Reserve my opinions. Suppress my anger and frustration. Because an honest comment is not everyone of them needs right now. My way of thinking and working stuff out is not the way ‘successful people’ do things. I have to buat pekak to certain condescending words as well. In the end, I yang makan hati. I yang mengalir air mata. Without them knowing it.

And it doesn’t get any better when today, I missed my son’s special occasion to receive 1st prize in his year. He came out top and I was not there to see him on stage. Because I was at work. I just hope he understands that Mummy did not have a choice. That I will try better for his next big day. I will plan my leave better.

I try to be composed and collected as a wife and mother. As a female medical doctor. As a daughter. I have been trying to shut down negative thoughts. Satan’s evil whispers. Urging me to run and leave. Not so much as jumping a bridge or killing myself. But to run. Leave the state. Like park my car at a far place, hitch a ride and just go missing. Or use my passport to cross the border ,go missing and resume a new identity. Or as simple as not arriving to work one day, only to be realized by people who care that I’m missing 8 hours later. If ada orang kisahlah. 

2018 was meant to be a year of change for the better. At the moment, I still feel that there’s a lot to manage. I find I cry more this year hence I searched for Allah more this year. Asking for His Mercy, His Benevolence and His Rahmat.  I have a problem in trusting people hence it is difficult to confide in someone. And it hurts a lot when you thought your husband, your supposed best friend and confidante has belief’s not consistent with yours.

Then aku nak cakap2, cerita masalah aku kat sapa? Babi?


Anyway, this is just a phase. Don’t take it seriously.

Perhaps this is PMS. A horrible PMS. Or a brain tumour affecting my emotions. InsyaAllah, I will feel and force myself to feel better in the next 24 hours. Patience my heart. Sabr. 


friday rants regarding .. medicine

The medical fraternity is again being ridiculed by self proclaimed miracle healers condemning modern medicine . One particular homeopathy practitioner has made herself viral on Facebook for promoting alternative therapy to dengue. While Kementerian Kesihatan Malaysia (KKM) is welcoming complementary and traditional medicine on board by setting up centres in selected hospitals around Malaysia, there is much to scrutinize regarding these alternative pathway of medical care. Especially practitioners which are not registered and certified by KKM.

Now and again I see patients defaulting treatment in favour of hydrotherapy sessions or herbal pills. I mean everyone likes different things. If it works for you, go ahead but don’t step into my Casualty half dead hoping to have springs in your step by the next day.

I hate how people like to compare with practices of yesteryear.

“Dolok merik baby minum ayek mati, idoop jak nya.. kenak kinek tok suma benda misi madah sik boleh. adakah merik susu jak.. kerin lah tekaq nya”

“Urang tua dolok rokok idup jak sampe 80”

“Dolok umo 12 da makei moto raun kampung.. kinek tok 15 pun sik boleh naik moto”

Above all, my hatred towards those who thinks medicine is against Islam. That we are changing fate. That we are challenging Allah’s Will . If Medicine wasn’t made to exist, He wouldn’t have said

Setiap sakit ada penawarnya

Allah wouldn’t have bestowed Ibn Sina (Avicenna) with such a genius mind considering his extensive corpus of work and was even described as ‘The Father of Early Modern Medicine’! And if women weren’t meant to venture into medicine, surely He wouldn’t make our Medical Srikandi at where they are  – Tan Sri Dr Jemilah Mahmood, Prof Madya Dr Harlina and Prof Dr Muhaya to name a few. Kan? At a position where they can serve to the ummah both as a healer and a da’i.