Jagalah Allah, Allah Menjagamu

I was decluttering my racks when I found the booklet of the Forty Hadiths given by Kak Didi long time ago.

I went through all forty hadiths and had a really good feeling. Let me share one of the hadiths with you.

Take care of Allah, He Will Take Care of You

On the authority of Abdullah bin Abbas, who said : One day I was behind the prophet and he said to me:

"Young man, I shall teach you some words (of advice) : Be mindful of Allah, and Allah will protect you. Be mindful of Allah, and you will find Him in front of you. If you ask, ask of Allah; if you seek help, seek help of Allah. Know that if the Nation were to gather to benefit you with anything, it would benefit you only with something that Allah had already prescribed for you, and that if they gather together to harm you with anything, they would harm you only with something Allah had already prescribed for you. The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried"

narrated by Termithi, who said it is true and fine hadith.

Photo from Niksyu.

Grace

It's nearing the end of December and today is such a bright day that I thought we are in spring.

I decided to be productive today. Whipped up bakeless chocolate cheesecake, went grocery shopping and urm, made sliced radish kimchi, which I suspect is not sliced radish kimchi.

I went to Harrachov at the beginning of Christmas break for heaps of snow and ski lesson.
Boy, was it mesmerising. I almost forgot that the snow is so sparkly and white.
Skiing is err, a mix of everything.
I mean it's great when you zoom down and still on both your skis.
And then there are times when I, the lanky one, had a hard time to adjust my pizza and ends up on my back, sometimes with both the skiis off.
Sledging is also a fun thing.

Anyway, I thought it's just not my luck to attend weddings and instead of attending weddings, I directly jumped to the next thing on the agenda ~visiting friends' newborn.
I went down to Olomouc to visit Ahmad Wafi Husaini, a tiny, sepet, nocturnal, adorable bundle of joy.
Man, newborns are sure small it puts me off from holding them.
But then, Dalila wrapped him up in a bundle and just then was I confident to hold him.

I think I am slowly getting to understand why people decide to have baby in the early stage of the marriage. It feels so good to hold a baby in your arms.

I feel so good, about everything, and about being a Muslim in particular.
I may not be accelerating in making a good progress as a Muslim but I am progressing at a slower pace.
I have been reading the forty hadiths and found each one of them really close to my heart.
I guess, its the element of wanting the best in the human me that recognise the familiarity.
Islam is definitely one thing that I am sure about and it is my greatest hope that I'll die a Muslim, just as I was born as one. Ameen.

Gambar ihsan mama Ahmad Wafi Husaini.

Stars

I went on trip to the observatory last evening. While my friend from high school is welcoming his firstborn in Olomouc.

So yesterday has been a good day.

Catched up with some friends on the way there by foot.

Watched the town from the top. Town looked pretty and at the same time lonely.

Gave some mixed maruku and cold hard (tuhy) bilis fritters which were hit among the Czechs.

And sat down in a small dark auditorium to listen to the Czech introduction about stars, tectonic plates, moons and planets.

Good thing there's 2 videos in english.

Went out on the roof to watch Jupiter, the king of all planet.

Really I thought it was just another star on the night sky, albeit more bright than the others.

It's winter and the wind was blowing the president said nah, this is cryotherapy.

I said, stay another 3 hours cryotherapy will become cryopreservation.

Got the joke?Good.

Do not?Go study the biology book.

Sky was rather cloudy, still I see more stars than I do back in Nerudova.

Looking at stars is just looking at the history.

Looking at stars can also be interpreted as looking at the place where the dreams are born.

Looked through the telescope and saw one of the Jupiter's moons.

Then went down into the hemisphere where the giant telescope is.

Dome is made of panelled wood and it's opened for obvious reason.

Flashes from camera made me feel like I'll get epilepsy anytime ~ medical school has turned me into hypochondriac.

This telescope is superb, I saw Jupiter in it's glory, milky brown with 2 brown stripes and also two of its moons.

Then went into the planetarium cinema, watching the artificial night sky, made to look just like the sky outside at that time.

Explanation in Czech, didn't get to know anything but one thing ~ my Czech command is not poor, it's rather, abysmal.

Seems like at different level of darkness, some stars shine brighter and some stars get dimmer.

Don't know how the ancient people can say this group of stars is a fish and that group of stars is a dragon.

People from the time before used stars as a reference for direction in their physical journey, especially those seamen.

Would it be nice if I let my future kid to learn about it? But then, is it reliable? I mean we know the stars that we see today is their shine from thousand or million years ago and the star that we are looking at may have not exist anymore. So it would be possible, that in some time, the star will dissappear from the night sky forever.

Nothing is immortal, except Allah.

But then, we can still see the shine of a bright star, for some given time, eventhough the existence of the star itself has become questionable.

They told us in 35 billion years (if I am not mistaken), our milky way will collide with andromeda, the closest galaxy and the two will fuse together and there will be no more spiral configuration of milky way.

But before that, we all will already die from bitter cold.

Come to think of it, the sun is already beyond prehistoric it will shut down before we reach 35 billions years start counting from now.

Don't worry, I am believing in the day after tomorrow.

It's told that usually two galaxy will casually brush each other and stay close to each other before the great gravities of both draw them to each other where they will fuse together.

And really I should be studying about drugs for diabetic right now.

p/s : one of the thing that I want to do is watching aurora borealis.

Amputation

This morning I went to listen to reconstructive surgery lectures.

In the afternoon, I went to watch a destructive surgery.

This morning we learnt of a case where an old lady is suffering from plethora of diseases, which according to our lecturer, will make a good pathological muzeum.

This is a dark joke to some but it is a reality.

If you don't get the joke, don't worry much.

Anyway, when Dr Asqar proposed for us to go into amputation surgery, I just know that I am not ready for it.

I have a rough idea what amputation means and I don't think going to watch one on a short notice is a good idea.

Still, we changed into our scrub and went into the OT.

It's above knee amputation for a 84 y.o. man suffering from Diabetes Mellitus type 2.

Basically, this surgery is done under epidural anesthesia (where you will not feel half down of your body) and some sedation. So, the patient was coughing even when they are scraping his thigh bone.

We were there when they prepare the patient and I couldn't escape from thinking about that man.

I mean, the very man who's lying in front of me, all four limbs attached is going to lose one leg. How must he be feeling right then.

It's very disturbing to me.

I handle other surgeries pretty well ~ I can watch surgeon drills, hammers, sews, punches or cut through skin.

But I know even before it starts, that sawing someone leg or transplanting faces is a bit too much for me.

Thanks Allah for those shoulders that I can embrace, watching the sawing and the bloodsquirts.

Enough with the emotional part.

I hope I won't be visiting any amputation again anytime soon.

The amputation went well. The patient was coughing sometimes that at some times, that causes the blood squirts. The mega blood squirt came last, when they cut through the collateral artery.

Surgeon will ligate the arteries by suturing both walls on the same artery to prevent the suture from slipping down the vessel.

The upper thigh is raised using a long white cloth placed from below the thigh while the surgeon saw through the femur (the thigh bone). They then smoothes the cut just like how you file your nail and stick a wax into the hollow opening on the cut bone.

The amputated leg itself is put into a black plastic and put on the corner. (Imagine having your limb in the same room but not attached on your body)

Draining tube is put under the fascia to drain all the fluid that will accumulate postoperatively and they will clean the wound using peroxide before sewing the two flabs together.

End result looks like an overfilled pillow.

Patient will be given morfin for sometime after the peration to help with the ubearable pain.

Even after recovery from operation, there will be phanthom pain. On what it is, kindly google it up.

Resuscitation

We went into the ward to see the patient that underwent sternal puncture.

Instead we stood in the ward - Dr, us, nurse - all looking outside the window.

Good thing is the patient was sleeping.

A patient on transfer slipped away and the transfer team had to resuscitate him or her in the middle of the stairs landing in the chilly November.

It's my first time watching CPR on real patient after almost 4 years in the medical school.

Maybe it's the fact that you rarely see such case given that even the nurses and doctor who realised what's going on stop on their track to watch.

The patient was put on the landing instead of the bed to provide firm base.

Two medical people took turns for chest compressions. It's known that chest compression is very tiring ~ according to new guidelines (2010), the rate should be AT LEAST 100 compressions/minute. Go figure!

Anyway, we got out of the ward to see the cardioversion machine on the 2nd floor. It took about 10 minutes before we were back to watching the CPR again (they were still resuscitating), now from the corridor.

I mean, we medical students were taught about CPR and this is where we will see the effectivity of it.

Before suddenly "The patient's dead"

As breezy as that.

I'm not talking about the remark made, rather I'm talking about the patient that die even after the notorious CPR was done.

15 minutes before, knowing there is a star at the end of the tunnel, the people went to perform CPR to revive the patient.

Still he left.

I said "What?How do you know that?The patient's dead"

My doctor said "I just know it. I have seen this before. They already stop resuscitating"

But then we saw the saline pack being hung back on the mobile bed.

Which means there's probability that they revived the patient.

Untill now, whether the patient was revived or dead, I never found out.

I just found out that I really need to go through the new guidelines of CPR and practise more on it.

A reflection of Balqis maybe.

Intelligent, prosperous.

Just unfortunately looking up to the wrong direction.

Will there be that bird called Hud-hud.

Is there a reflection of Sulaiman extending an invitation.

An invintation to walk on the right path.

And the story will go on just like it had been before, not exactly but almost, almost exactly.

When the wit like that of Sulaiman's gets intelligent girl reflecting Balqis, see and choose the right path and humbly learn her lessons.

Is she Balqis or is she not

How about the Hud-hud or the blessed Sulaiman

Pondering. (and hoping that it won't cause epilepsy =p)