Thank you so much Chriti Moise for nominating me for the Shine on award
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1.) Show appreciation of the blogger who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
2.) Add the award logo to your blog.
3.) Share 7 things about yourself.
A few things about me you’ll find if you visit this blog or you can try here.
4.) Nominate 5 – 10 or so bloggers you admire.
Seven things about me
Thank you Ajaytao for nominating me for the award
Seven thing about me
I don’t show myself at my work. I remain hidden so that people don’t recognize me. I never gave anything to anyone myself but through the doctors or the nurses. My GP wanted me to Visit the Civil hospital so that people know me but I choose to remain hidden.
Those who are new to this page…… To all those who are new to this page there is information on what we do & what we are aimed at…….. Do inform people about this page as someone might get help through you…….. This page is dedicated to serve & guide the family members of patients having Alzheimer & Dementia. How to cope up with them at home? Not professionally but as a family. Though I am a Sonologist, by study & have a deep insight of Medicine but this was quite different for me. What I myself learnt over the years dealing with patients at home, that every patient is different from the other, has different ways to deal with & different reactions. But Gender has nothing to do with it. So while I was helping from my own personal id, we thought to have a page so that more people can access it. Please invite friends to like my page as it is purely to serve humanity. In the Subcontinent there is a need of awareness. Don’t take things as in old age everyone goes crazy…….Wrong attitude. This is a Psychological disorder & mostly Genetic. Help is needed…… Plus as the professional help is too expensive so either such families leave their patients, who need their family the most in this phase in Pakistan, The Old Homes, which are nothing like those in the West. But more like the places which are the so called mad houses. Those parents or any uncles & aunts you see having this problem, I request you to handle them with care. You might end up like this when you get old. Remember, what goes around turns around too. Help your elders now, maybe your young ones take you as an example & take good care of you when you are old…… Psychological disorders are not madness at all. They can be dealt with, if only we have a soft heart or, some patience especially for those who cannot afford private nursing. So there are always things we can do ourselves.
Just ask & we will help you out & guide you to our best abilities. Feel free to take guidance as it is free. May Allah Help all
This added work I do. I provide money for the patients admitted & Medicine for one week after they get discharged. I get the scans done from NMI as they charge less from the poor patients of My GP Dr. Adil Faraz
You won’t find any pictures of mine doing any of this work as I am anonymous to those whom I help.
I am at home most of the time. But when the other day a dead body was not getting released for mere 500 rupees instead of asking someone to collect money from home I went to the hospital. I banged the head of the administrator. Still the family did not know that I paid the money. I choose to do it that way. I don’t want to disclose my identity to those I help as I am usually present at the hospital & don’t want people to touch my feet as once someone did or act as if I am a saint or something. Hope you understand.
Even the person you sent me did not see me as I sent the money through my maid as my son was not present.
My BP remains extremely low & I have a dumping syndrome. My random blood sugar remains low & with time both getting lower. My neuro physician has told me try not to get unconscious as I might end up in a coma from which chances of revival are less. So live my life busy & full as when the time comes. Plus I do take care of myself as my doctor advice me. Migraines are my biggest menace but trying to overcome that too as I have learnt to live with my medical condition.
In the hospital even in my presence I never permit anyone to disclose the identity of who helped.
God bless this angel in disguise—-ameen
If hope of morning lessens at any instant
Life, scared embraces dreams of evening
With evening, the ache for you deepens
Darkness of the gloomy night extends everywhere
If heart’s ice doesn’t soften,
Then life’s river will condense,
Like a stream with little water
Which promptings have settled in the hearts?
That even today wakes me up suddenly at night
One step staggering off course
Can transform the speed of history
I came to know Shafaq not long that a year or more. Every passing day unfolded her characteristics of her beautiful virtuous personality. She is as beautiful as her name that means twilight—- like twilight spread the color all around making the ambience picturesque so is Shafaq— kind, thoughtful, caring and always ready to help anyone regardless of any complex. She is lady of substance and I’m sure people like her are illuminating this world with their honesty, graciousness and god-fearing nature.
We are proud of her being there and an example for others to follow her foot steps
May she be blessed by almighty with every step she takes and with every breath amen
I wanted to share her qualities with friends.
My maiden name is Shafaq Alam. Completed Montessori when I was just 4 and was too good at math to have had learnt division sums there. I got admission in Mama Parsi School a year earlier than required age. Passed out in 1988. Did Intermediate from St. Joseph & then did B.Sc in Microbiology.
I got married at an early age. I did not opt for Medicine in protest that I was not permitted to do pre engineering. After marriage did Masters in Microbiology in the evening session of Karachi University & an IT diploma. Due to masters degree in Microbiology I did a course of one year of Sonology and instead of getting a Certificate of a Sonographer I got it of a Sonologist. A Sonologist is a complete Doctor of Ultrasound. Did practice for a while but had to leave in 2005 as there were elderly members of family at home who started getting below par. So Allah made me what I myself did not pursue in protest to my parents. After that there was no looking back. 5 people expired of whom I took care with the help of paramedics at home. There started the Social work. I spent long hours in the hospital where I saw how humanity is suffering in this area which is not catered to till today.
I designed high end bridal dresses to take care of charity needs. My husband had a paralysis attack in 2013 & since then I am taking care of him. Though he is mobile, but for many days gets bed ridden. He has hyperthermia, diabetes & renal failure too. So I took up half of his work that I could manage with mine, since he is not permitted to travel. So I take care of his agricultural based lands in Khush ab & Sargodha & deal with real estate in Islamabad. Now in a process of setting up a new business setup of my own shortly in Islamabad dealing with the Punjab market only. I have 2 children; daughter is profound dyslexic so I have to take care that. She becomes what dyslexics are destined to do….wonder. My son is younger & he’s my right hand in all my chores & patient care at home at the moment. I do social work in a way that I provide for tests, scans, medication & release of dead bodies from the hospital. It is a Christian hospital so I help out the staff as well. I hire those in need. As I am in constant need of paramedics myself. I do it singlehandedly. Yes Zakat & other donations go to Civil hospital where my Family GP is the HOD of Medicine of I CU. So I give him cash to spend where he thinks best. In the other hospital too there is the same GP & does inform me where help is needed by any patient. Plus some amount stays with a nurse In charge of the ICU. This is how my work goes. I’m also the Head of the family to take care of everything in my in laws after the elders passed away & now my own family too after my mother & granny. This is how my life goes
Eunuchs always instigated me to know the truth, the facts about them. They always seemed to me, a weird and out of the world creation of almighty. I remember that from childhood I was told to keep away from them. They were considered perilous beings. I saw those dancing singing clapping ogling making vulgar actions in functions to entertain guests and onlookers in public places. Their body language, funky gaudy stinky dresses, bold makeup, walking and talking style was much uncivilized. Their appearance and behavior never make me dislike but initiated interest to know about the true face behind the made up one. I often returned their smiles secretly. I knew my elders would never appreciate it.
To speak truth, seek truth and write truth is my learning teaching and practice.
While going through an Urdu novel, about eunuchs, I learnt a lot about eunuchs. The writer has written it beautifully collecting details as much as she could about eunuchs. She wrote that she talked to them whenever got a chance.
I wanted firsthand knowledge myself so I made friends with a eunuch. I asked him/her to share her life with me. I invited her to my home. We had nice detailed chat on a cup of tea and with some snacks too. She told me that she’s a born eunuch. She seemed a very cool human being, talked to me nicely in a sophisticated manner. I noticed that she has very smooth clear skin just like other girls. She doesn’t shave like other eunuchs I have seen on the roads, bus-stops and in markets begging and creating a scene. She showed me her legs and arms. They were fair, very clean, smooth and hairless.
She also had gone for pilgrimage to Makkah to perform Umrah with a group. She’s planning to go again.
She’s a very pious soul. I wanted to be very sure if what she says is truth or not. Hence I asked her to recite holy verses from Holy Quran, which she did. She said she studied up to grade five only. “Why did you leave school then?” She said that one day while she danced at wedding ceremony some eunuchs were also there. They observed her movements closely. Then they took her to their Guru secretly where she was formally registered as member of their community. She was advised by their Guru not to share with her parents or anyone else. Hence Reema (her name) didn’t let her parents know about it.
I asked her; “How did the eunuchs realize that you are one of them?”
Reema; “The way I behaved in family functions and in public.”
“Dancing ogling and all these actions and body language is taught?”
Reema said; “No, it’s natural. I had three sisters before I was born. We lived in Sakkur Sind. My father worked as a peon. We lived a poor life. Three brothers were born after me. I was misfit in the family having bizarre behavior and movements”
“How and when did you come to Karachi?” I asked
“I came with eunuchs without informing my parents. In Karachi I became CHELA of new Guru”
“What is Chela?” I asked smiling at her. “Chela is like a student, a follower”
“Tell me something interesting” I asked her to cheer up her mood.
She smiling and shyly said; “I fell in love with a young man.” “Oh really?” I was inquisitive to know more so asked her to carry on with her love story.
“He also loved me. We lived for ten long years together. Then his parents got him married to a girl. The bride’s people invited me to dance and entertain their guests. They didn’t know that the groom was my beloved. I danced wearing smile on my face while my broken heart shed tears of blood. No one knew how deeply hurt I was. But eunuchs are born to weep unseen, unheard but to spread happiness around
The next day after spending the night with his bride he asked me to discontinue relationship with him. He didn’t want to spoil his married life. His words stabbed me so brutally that I went without a word but got ill for many months.” Reema showed me his name tattooed on her left side of her chest. She said; “It’s been three years now that he’s married” she wept nonstop missing him. She complained as to why she and other eunuchs are born incomplete. No one loves them. They are to be enjoyed and ridiculed. She said; “We are as human as you all are. We have same emotions as you have. We feel the pain, cold, hot, sweet, sour, hunger, and thirst. Only a part of our body is missing. Is it our fault?” I have all sympathy with them.
I asked her; “Do you live with your parents?” she replied; “No, my brothers’ wives don’t like me to stay with them. My father died. I take care of my mother’s needs. I got her treated in hospital and bore all expenses” ‘That’s very great of you Reema dear. Where do you live now? What’s your source of income?” she proudly said; “I live in one rented room all by self. I work hard (begging) to earn my bread and butter. I don’t cheat or rob. I fear God”
She lives in one room alone. She looks after her mother who lives with her brothers.
If the eunuch is more inclined towards the male sex in his habits, he will be treated like a male; and if the eunuch is more inclined towards the female sex in his habits, he will be treated like a female.
But there are some eunuchs, whereby it becomes difficult to ascertain whether they are male or female. The Messenger of Allah (saws) advised the woman in Islam to observe ‘purdah’ from these eunuchs, and they will neither pray with the men or the women. In the times of the Prophet (saws), the way the congregational prayers were held were that the men used to pray in the front, then the children in the back and then the women behind the children. For the eunuchs when it is difficult to ascertain whether they are male or female, they were commanded to pray neither with the men nor the women, but a different ‘saff’ or line will be formed behind and separate from the men in the mosque.
Thus eunuchs are a phenomena of nature, just like the Creator creates some people with a deformity or handicap as a test, to see how they treat others and how others treat them. If the Lord Willed, He could have created one amongst us with a deformity; thus those who are born with what we call ‘normal’ must be grateful to the Lord, and treat those with deformity with compassion and kindness, not ridicule and scorn. Other than possessing both the sexual organs of the male and the female, the eunuchs have perfect sense of right and wrong, sin and virtue, guidance and misguidance, etc.; and thus they will have a full accounting just like all the other human beings in the Court of Allah Subhanah on the Day of Judgment.
Today’s weather is too severe,
save me from the heat of hell O’ Lord,
forgive me and all my sins, O’ Lord,
thy mercy and kindness are boundless,
yet I am intensely engaged in sinfulness,
I depend on thy benevolence only.
God will forgive you, He will forgive you,
Why are you distressed O’ sinner?
It is the holy blissful month,
Temperatures reach as high as 45 degrees Celsius (111 degrees Fahrenheit) on Saturday, just short of an all-time high in the city of 47 C in June 1979 in the southern port city of Karachi
It is the first time ever in my life that I see the rising death rate due to the heat wave and suffocation. The heat wave is so severe that it is unbreakable for us too who are sitting at home having water and electricity. Majority of the people have load shedding in their areas resulting in no water and no power so they out of annoyance are mostly affected.
The Pakistan Rangers, Sindh however established 10 heatstroke relief centers in the city, almost all of them operating inside the Rangers headquarters. Open to all, the centers provide free-of-charge treatment to those who are suffering from heat stroke. Rangers officer was being administered a drip while cold water was being poured on Javed, a civilian patient at the centre. Javed, who works at a nearby shop, said that when he collapsed he was brought to the centre by the Rangers deployed nearby. “I feel much better now,” he claimed. I hope and earnestly wish and pray Allah to forgive us and bless us with heavy showers of rain and to lessen the heat and have mercy
The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”
Thank you Syl @ https://syl65.wordpress.com/2015/06/20/5-days-5-photos-5-stories-day-2/ for inviting me to participate.
I want to pass this challenge on to https://nicodemasplusthree.wordpress.com/