Doc Ahmad Hajiri

Assalamu Alaykum! This would serve as my introductory post for the next series of post I plan to work on. (Don’t ask me how I can find time to work with these given the fact that I am a medstudent. It’s a top secret :D ) So what is this all about? Well, basically it’s what this blog is supposed to be. I know, I know, this blog has a wide variety of topics from personal stories to history of Sulu, to politics and even about a cat that gave birth (no, I did not publish that one). And the author is a medstudent! And there’s so few topics about medschool! So I decided to catch up and fill in the gaps or holes or whatever was missing here: My life in medschool. (Note: Some aspiring applicants to medschool also kept bugging me to share life in medschool, so I am giving him/her this treat.) Again, I am not an expert in writing. Not even in blogging: I do have lots of blogs with full of grammar and typo errors. I have long accepted those facts and so sorry to disappoin...

Assalamu Alaykum! Alhamdulillah I am back! :D It’s been like, what, 5 months since my last post in this humble blog of mine? I already had fears that I would end up having a neglected blog that nobody would visit anymore. But Hey! After checking my stats, wow, mashaAllah! I still have 80 readers per day! ^_^ That is pretty many for me by the way haha. So what’s new with our orphaned, Tausug, Muslim aspiring-to-be-doctor? Naah nothing much, aside from now being called a “Kuya” and referring himself as a not-yet LU5 student… (LU stands for “Learning Unit”, LU5 is equivalent to “Third year proper med” in other schools). Wait what? Anakiluh is already a third year student? Hashtag unbelievable! Haha. Really. I myself is still in this stage of “I still can’t believe this is happening!” situation. I just can’t believe that I am already a third year student and I am half-way there to the finish line! Yeah! (well we have to pass through inhumane, death-defying hardships before...

By Ahmad ibn Hajiri , UP College of Medicine Class 2017 Published in www.anakiluh.blogspot.com Bismillah It was February of 2012 when I came to Manila for the UPCM Applicants interview. I came all the way from Sulu just to attend the 2 sets of interviews in a day, and I can still remember then how anxious and nervous I was not knowing what to do... For me, the interviews in fact are among the hardest parts of the application to any medschool (well, aside from the NMAT). It’s the last bridge that will bring you to the doorsteps of your dream school or not. Alhamdulillah, upon receiving the white envelope containing my final acceptance as an official student of UPCM, it was indeed a one exhilarating kind of happiness! I still can’t believe that I passed and now here I am trying as much to learn and be a better doctor each day, in sha Allah. Two years since then, some friends who are eyeing for the 140 slots in the college for the next roll of medstudents are asking me for...

Bismillah. I have been avoiding posting here in my blog for some reasons... I still cant organize the messy compartment in my head sooo I have intentionally delayed publishing many posts since last year... But don't be sad guys, I am going to share you a fun and happy post here :) HOME-MADE SCRUB SUITS This is my new pair of scrub suits. Cool aren't they? Where did I bought them you asked? In a store full of medical equipment? nope. This my friends, were made by my mother when I last went home to Sulu... That;s my beloved Inah. And that's her friend, the sewing Machine (which is by the way older than me) You see, my mother loves sewing. It's her new hobby (aside from being a workaholic, all-day-all-night mother slash librarian slash high school teacher slash cook slash house manager slash.. oh you already got my point so...) when I asked her if she can make some pair of scrub suits for me... The next day she went to the "Juwal-mura" (local ...

Bismillah Medschool had taught me a lot of things in life. Maybe some I learned listening to hours of lectures and Clinico-Pathologic Case presentations; some I gnawed through sleepless nights from pages of books and transcriptions reading, trying as much to remember as much as my short memory-lane can handle; some I learned repeating what our preceptors would tell us to do (do this, do that, touch this, put your finger here, listen to this sound, observe the color of his eyes); and some from hours of standing asking our patients from what they had in yesterday's breakfast up to the color and characteristics of their stools (yes we do that often). All these exciting discoveries I enjoyed somehow, one way or the other. But what strike me most of the times are those that I have to learn painfully: through constant failures and disappointments... to some point that I have utterly lost my way on what you call 'self esteem'. The last part, I don't think I am enjoying th...