Personal Growth
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I mostly get asked about how I balance it all: residency and parenting, as if I’ve unlocked a secret formula. The truth? I don’t. None of us really has. This is for every working mom, whether your job is demanding or routine. You’re still waking up every day trying to figure things out. It’s all
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Among the many skills we must learn as doctors in training, breaking bad news is one of the hardest. It’s a skill we’re expected to master, yet it’s one we secretly hope we’ll never need. The truth is—we don’t want to face it at all. In a field often filled with sugar and spice, where
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In a world where love is said to be blind, skin tone still seems to wear the veil. In a society that aspires for young adults to marry, there are striking standards on what is fair and what is not. For many women, beauty isn’t defined by character or intellect, but by how fair their
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Have you ever wondered whether you’re complete? Like you’ve either reached the peak of Mount Everest or the peak of an ant nest mound. And by complete, I mean inner completion. Life satisfaction, self-fulfillment, inner peace. With the sort of work life I’ve deliberately chosen – which I may regret 10 years from now –
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If you’re not a parent yet or not hitched, this post is also for you. Romanticizing residency is all about the little things. What counts the most is being grateful for those trivial moments. Like, notwithstanding waking up in the middle of the night, at dawn, when the sun is set to rise, and my
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Week 1: The classic week for “The Baby Blues.” I woke up one minute after barely pushing myself into my parent’s BMW, fighting off a severe contraction that sent me into a foreign dimension, to see my little peanut for the first time. He was the most beautiful thing. The undersized body parts were to
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If you’re reading this, I have been brewing my beautiful little one since October 17, 2022, or at least that’s when my pregnancy test came positive. The idea of me being pregnant strikes me like a crazy woman. Not that it was impossible. It was just a different form of what is beautiful, amazing, and
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I remember the first stimulating chill and the immense throbbing of my heart when I first met my husband during the “legal viewing” of the potential groom according to Islamic law. The idea of becoming a bride, a wife, and a wholesome partner seeking a “best friend” in her so-called “soulmate” was a cheesy goal
Beyond the Scrubs 