Family Archives — Insaniyya

This month, I had the honor of delivering a Grand Rounds presentation to my hospital’s Department of Surgery as part of an annual tradition to display the passions, accomplishments, and career goals of the graduating resident class.

Below is the presentation I delivered but in a slightly elongated form as there is no time constraint here. Each paragraph represents a slide in the presentation. I have included relevant images and photographs directly referred to during the presentation.

The title of my presentation is War: Perspectives of a Surgical Trainee.

Here, I will share the circumstances that propelled me toward a career in medicine and then, more specifically, the circumstances that shaped my trajectory toward trauma surgery and surgical critical care. I will also share what I imagine my future will look like as well as the lessons I carry with me every day as I continue my surgical training. Continue reading “Grand Rounds: How war shaped my surgical training and career pursuits” →

His kidneys failed, I’m told. The both of them. Tubes crisscross over and under his bed in a room crowded with empty seats, fuzzy television screens, useless nightstands, and a whiteboard that reads: “Goal: Increase activity”.

The lights are turned off and it’s 7 pm. Flash back to the days when we were young and restless.

With muddied hands (mama told us to stay away from the puddles but we never listened) we run to the kitchen sink without making eye contact. Because once we make eye contact, mama gives us that look that means we’d better be in bed in less than five. She asks whether we’re tired. “No,” we say, but we are. We are just too young and too proud to admit it. And at 7 pm, the lights go off.

Flash forward to the days when we outgrow ourselves.

I don’t know what to say. Five of us are in the room now—four standing, none sitting. I’m the last to shake his hand, to give him that squeeze that, when I was a teen, all the married Arab men would advise me about. Continue reading “On family and all that is left at 7 pm” →