Closer to Jesus, Closer to Moses


Today, 23rd of October is the 10th of Muharram. It is called the day of Ashura. Fasting today wipes away the sins committed in the last one year. This is like a bonanza  I was not to miss.

But the history of this fast dtes back to the jews of madinna who the prophet(S.A.W) found fasting on this day. They told him they fasted because it was the day Musa (Moses) defeated Firaun (Pharau). So he asked Muslims to fast on this day and asked tjat the 9th of Muharram be added to make it different from the practice of the jews.

This further proves that the message of our beloved prophet is monotheism, the same propagated by the prophets before him,including Moses and Jesus and there should not have been conflicts whatsoever if his message was accepted, as it was, from the almighty, Allah.IMG_20151023_093011

Al-Shaafa’i and his companions, Ahmad, Ishaaq and others said: It is mustahabb [recommended] to fast both the ninth and the tenth, because the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) fasted the tenth and intended to fast the ninth. Based on this, there are different ways of fasting ‘Ashoora’, the least of which is to fast the tenth only, but it is better to fast the ninth as well. The more one fasts in Muharram, the better. (islamqa.info)

The prophet observed the fast on Ashuraa (the 10th of Muharram), and ordered (Muslims) to fast on that day. (Agreed upon Hadith i.e. Bukhari & Muslim).

Narrated by Abi Katada: The prophet was asked about fasting on ‘Ashuraa’ (the 10th of Muharram), he said: “it expiates the previous year (for sins).” (Sahih Muslim)

It was proven from the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) that the best fasting after Ramadaan is fasting in the month of Muharram. It was narrated that Abu Hurayrah (may Allah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “The best fasting after Ramadan is the month of Allah Muharram, and the best prayer after the obligatory prayer is prayer at night.” Narrated by Muslim, 1163.

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Letter to my Lost Love


This is one of the best things I wrote ..

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Dear S,

I loved you so much. I took you to my heart. I dreamt of you! I painstakingly took care of everything you. Because of you,  I slept late, woke up early, defied the sun, ran in the rain. I saw the unmentionables, touched the unspeakable and felt the unseen. I gave you my time, my emotions, simply all.

But What do you do in return? A goodbye, in the name of time 😦 Our bargain has ended. Even though you didn’t say it, I know that is what you mean. It was only for three months. How time flies!

Now, We are  never to love meet again.

I will forever Cherish the time We spent together. You taught me lessons I hope to never forget. Oh, Surgery one Minute, You leave me to face the uncertainty called medicine 500. I hope to use all you taught me in…

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Wow!! I’m back, like the 100th time :D


I am a very spontaneous person..and that’s how I’m back and yes! to blogging.

I have gone through my previous posts. It felt so unreal. I was like, Oh! I did write that, and that too..yeah!!

My need to be here is born out of a longing to write, and write..and I have done quite some of those that I posted on whatsapp and some other platforms that people liked…I am thinking of continuing here. Will make some changes to my previous posts, maybe.

Yes. I’m going to make a few changes, like, have a domain name and talk less about me and probably be a social commentator. It has got to be fun.

It’s the change era in Nigeria anyway and a lot has changed since I last blogged. (in whispers) I am an entirely different person now!! ehn ehn! I finished medical school and I work now. I’m also hmmmmn…

ok..let’s see where this goes and let’s hope I stay blogging.

la la la la laa laaaaaaaaa 😉

Who You think You are


I am who You want to be
I am who you blame for what You are
I am your Nemesis
I am your Hero
I am your Competition
I am your Loss

You make me all of these as I was being Me
You run from You and never reach Me
Your pace is fast; dishonest; cornning.

I watch your turns, twists & tantrums- hilarious, entertaining.

I see an amazing journey of you and me- where I’m headed as you follow.

I see you in a few years with what you gained running after shadows- shadows of me, you hate to admit.

I am a Shark or I am a Fish?


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A go-getter shark or a docile Fish?

Kristina had told the black guy about them being sharks. I am a shark too or so I think. Or do I see myself as what I am supposed to be rather than whom I really am?

But I really am a go-getter. I want something, I go grab it. That is how she describes em Sharks!!

I am one!!

But what happens when you do want it and go get it but just can’t reach it? Villagepeopleinvolved?

Maybe it isn’t enough getting Sharky. Other factors involved. So you have got to know the terrain.

There are usually three steps to it. Knowing what you want, how to get it, and finally getting it.

In a larger world, the sharks win but in communal ones, you get each other’s back, safe in each other’s embrace and share from the ocean water. You don’t bully the docile fish, you don’t get to be a Shark.

You keep your sharky teeth and display your fishy colours but never forgetting your sharky self until an opening that needs filling, an invader that needs biting.

Be a shark fish!

It seems..


It seems like the world is moving fast but some days are slow.

The future is blurry but the heart hopeful

All predertermined hence the masters work the walk as the trodden slows as snail

On a path that sets the pace for a generation yet unborn.

He died :’-(


I had gotten there early so I could get a case to clerk. It had to be a Liver case because  liver diseases was what I spent the most of the past days studying on.

I went to the files and the first I saw was the one I chose. I went with a partner and after we found him, she had said, ‘let us go for another one’. But I wouldn’t have that. I wanted this case- badly. With it, I could put all I studied into practice; find out the Symptoms and signs in a real patient, examine him in the Dr.’s presence, have him ask questions and leave a better person.

Since I was the primary owner of the case, she allowed me have it. In medicine, we seem to agree to whoever gets to decide-most of the time.

We proceeded. He couldn’t talk. His wife did the talking. After a while, his sister joined in. And there was his daughter around, as well. As we did the asking, Other Dr.s and students came once in a while to look over him. It is the kind of case that we call  interesting.

We took the history. He had been sick for 5 months.They’d come from somewhere far away and he’d been treated with herbs and getting incised by traditional doctors. When he got critical, they decided to come to a hospital. Now, he is confused and can’t talk, has lost so much weight, been vomiting, had diarrhea e.t.c

After that we joined our colleagues and had the necessary discussion on the case and another one. We were back at his bedside to examine him. The Dr. Had looked at me asking why I chose such a patient. We couldn’t examine him, he said. But we couldn’t have found all of those signs if not on a patient like him. My group members couldn’t join in but they at least like me, got a chance to see many of the signs that I have only seen in textbooks until that moment. He had palmar erythema, purpura, was deeply jaundiced, had spider nevi, tensed and distended abdomen with observable distended veins, shrunken liver and lower limb swellings and above all,was confused, signalling hepatic encephalopathy.

That was an achievement! In my studenty mind. I mean seeing all at once was great..innit? He didn’t have the contracture though..I have never seen that.

Questions on management were asked and I got to rethink all I studied.

Okay, we moved onto the next patient. That had a massive pleural effusion and after that, we were back at the Dr.’s office. Where we had a tutorial on COPD.

Done for the day, we got our books and attendance register signed. But as we stepped out of the Dr.’s office, the wailings started. OmG! My heart could have broken at that moment. I prayed! that it wasn’t him. At first I could not move to see what it was. Some of the girls had gone ahead of me and as I moved close, one of them said, ‘Amirah, it is your patient.’ I can’t describe how I felt. It was unexplainable. I was sad.

I remember his face so vividly now. I remember how his wife and children looked. I remember so well that when we went back with the Dr, there was a cute young boy and a girl who have joined the others as they were at his bedside. I could not go on to see what they looked like at that time. I just wondered how much sorrow they are in at this time and in what state he has left his wife with 5 children.

What could have been different though. I could have not taken the case and not learnt all I did and not have to feel like I lost a pt. But he wasn’t even technically my patient. I wasn’t his Dr. I was just a student. I don’t regret my before his death encounter with him. NO.He could have come to the hospital earlier instead of getting treatment at home. He may not have deteriorated into chronicity and then encephalopathy.

I wonder if anyone told his relatives that encephalopathy carried a bad prognosis and that his chances of surviving was  slim, from the start.

This is my closest encounter with a dying person. And after the whole process, I started to wonder what would have been different if we had the power to know that his time was so close. Like when it was within an hour or if the thought that the angel of death was close by, could have changed anything. Maybe that would have been the one thing to keep me away from clerking that man.

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