Doc Ahmad Hajiri

Assalamu Alaykum.  For a new Muslim here in Manila, there are indeed a lot of challenges that could come your way... Being alone is one and looking for Halal foods, looking for Musallahs to pray in, looking for Masjids on fridays, and the list goes on and on... But Alhamdulillah, meeting new Muslims friends here in Manila made me feel less lonelier. By attending simple Muslim gatherings and lectures I was fortunate to meet a lot of them whom I can now consider my family here in Manila. What is best is that we share the same beliefs and we understand each others problems and we help and try to support each other. Last Saturday, after attending a lecture about Christmas < click here > I was able to spend the rest of the day with the other Muslim participants. Well, what we did was just the simple family gatherings a real family would do... Pray together, eat dinner together, and yes, we had our own "(unmarried) boy's night", too. haha. Just scroll along to se

Bismillah. Before finally going back home (to Sulu) for our year-end break, I attended a short lecture in Cubao organized by the New Muslim Care , a network of Muslims and New Muslims (or Balik Islam which they are more commonly called) in Manila. The lecture was indeed timely as it’ theme is about the “Celebration of Christmas and what Muslim should and should not do” and was delivered by one great brother Ustadz Muhammad Yahya of Sudan. The following will be my own sharing base on what I grasped and learned in the 2 hour lecture by brother Yahya and some sharing by other brothers and sisters who attended the session. Pls do notify me if in case there are some errors in my part that I may correct them immediately. Some of these you are about to read might be painful and unacceptable to our not-yet-Muslim friends and even Muslims as well, so I am already asking you to please be patient and read all throughout until the end. These are not my own words and I, nor our lecturer, d

Bonifacio and the Philippine Post Office Earlier last Friday afternoon (a rarity that I have no more classes), I went to the Philippine Postal Office to claim a parcel package. It was sent by an adorable friend from Malaysia whom I met last year on her daring adventure to our hometown, Sulu. She just got married last October and as much as I wanted to attend, I was sadly unable to for my schedules are already packed with my studies. And yes, there’s also the problem with my passport. And financial thing too. Aaand.. Anyway, so much for those excuses… as a sign of friendship, the couple sent a “gift” or “token” for me and other friends whom she (the bride) have been fondly get attached with during her short stay in Zamboanga and Sulu. And that’s what I was going to claim at the post office. I wonder what's inside this gigantic building? The post office, as usual, always gives me a lot of questions to ask (its my second time coming here by the way; cant remember the

Bismillah. Have you ever thought that upon waking up in the early morning hours, you were already blessed? That just by opening your eyes you are indeed given another day full of blessings? And from the moment you stood up and went to prepare your breakfast, did your things-to-do, prepare for school or work, wash yourself and wear your neat clothes, walk out your cozy home and went to your office from a high business-class buildings or to your well-known school; every step you take, you are blessed. Blessed with a wonderful life. Blessed with something to eat. Blessed with a safe home to stay and rest and sleep. Blessed with neat and comfortable clothes to wear. Blessed with good shoes you walk with. Blessed with endless you opportunities that lay before your eyes. Blessed with every smiling face that meet you everyday. Blessed with the air you breathe and the life you have each day... each day a chance to be blessed and a chance to thank Him and Praise Him for these blessings

Assalamu Alaykum. It's been a while since I last shared about life in Med-school... hope I could catch up with my schedule and write some of them here as the end of the year draws near...  Aside from Fridays being my favorite day, there is yet another reason why I consider Fridays are great... No, it's not about the fact that we have exams every Friday (-_-), that one is just exhausting... But it's about out 2-hour session every Friday that makes a change for us.  The Art of Medicine is a one unique course we have every Friday afternoons. For 2 hours, we will talk not about the complex pathophysiology of Hashimoto's Thyroiditis, or the Cushing's Syndrome, or Systemic Lupus Erythematosus or Kawasaki's Disease or whatever alien names and words only the medical student's can understand (or are still trying to understand). No, we don't even talk about the brain-bursting pharamakokinetic and pharmakodynamics of drugs of different disease