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All this talk these days about hajj brings back all sorts of memories. I always used to wonder why some people went to hajj year after year. Was it because these days it’s a sign of wealth and a sort of status? I wouldn’t doubt that, since in our country a certain proportion of people […]

2 There are a number of occupational hazards associated with being a kumsari. Any job that necessitates dealing with a large number of people at a close range has its dangers. For example, jailers and their prisoners; teachers and their students; waiters and their customers; and kumsaris and their passengers. The general area of Khartoum

The thing about working in the ER is that at some point you kind of feel like you live there. You’re there at all hours of the day and night, weekends, national holidays, birthdays, etc. You see the same faces starting from the security boys to the orderlies, nurses, cleaners and of course the doctors.

I wonder what it feels like. Does it feel refreshing? Does it feeeel….. liberating? I guess it depends on how you feel about it to start with. That peice of cloth that you were either asked/forced to wear because you ‘should’ or decided to wear yourself because you didn’t know better. Whatever the reason, you

There is a well-know myth surrounding the profession of medicine. A number of myths actually, but the biggest myth of all, and the one most frequently thrown in the face of teenage wannabe doctors, is that its all about studying. You’re going to be studying for the rest of your life. Its really hard, with

So basically, alQathafi died, Allah yer7amo Inshallah. I say Allah yer7amo, because where he’s heading he’s going to need it. I kind of didn’t expect it to end this way. Dragged out of a drain pipe, barefoot and bleeding, hair straggled all over the place, pushed around, photographed and laughed at. And then eventually shot

I am beyond doubt the worst child ever born to a family. I’m sure everyone hates me. If I had me as a family member I would hate me as well. A while ago I had a flat tire and Baba was away somewhere, Mexico I think. Or Salalah, can’t remember, anyway he wasn’t here

I hate mornings. I really do. If there’s anyone out there who claims to be biggest morning-hater in the world, bring it on. I’m telling you, no one hates mornings more than me. Man, when that alarm goes off, its a whole different story. I hate it. HATE IT. I don’t like mornings.Today’s morning shift

Yesterday was an interesting day. It was a day where I realised that my sense of disgust and horror was gone forever. It started off normal: I dragged myself out of bed, cussing and grumbling, came to work, recieved the handover and started work. Roughly 30 minutes later the first RTA was wheeled in: front

I haven’t been this disturbed in a while. I actually teared up. I could never imagine myself dealing with a situation like this. They brought their son in, all curled up and drooling. I assumed he was palsied, born that way. But no. He was fine. He was totally normal. He called the Azan for