A Consummate Professional

Umer Farooq Sahab, you may wish to check out a book called ``Surviving the Fall`` by Peter Selwyn. It was reviewed recently in one of the medical journals and is about how a doctor in inner city New York has survived the experience.

regards,

AZ

One never does. Get immune to death, I mean. While the death of an octagenarian may not evoke a lasting sadness, childrens` deaths always do, especially the long, painful ones. They seem so senseless. They haunt me.

And there are no words of comfort. Nothing that one can say. Saying things like God must have a reason for this, or your child rests in a better place can often make parents very angry. And yet, life must go on - although for a parent, it is never, ever the same.

I am sorry about your loss, MAK.

Anita

Re: Anita Zaidi

Very effective and well written. I couldnt stop my tears as I remembered the death of my younger brother. I just heard (two days ago) that my younger brother was died due to some poisonous gas in Pakistan last Aug (the very next morning when I left Pakistan after a receptive visit and the parents couldnt inform me due to my studies). I can feel the pangs and the dole obssession keeps me feverish vehemently and I dont know when I`d find equanimity.

My younger brother always wanted to give surprise and in his twenties he gave such an astonishing surprise everyone still in shock and perhaps I`d be forever. May Allah bless his soul and eternal peace.

I thought that in a profession where death is an everyday encounter one develops a certain detachment. Not so. Well expressed dilemma.

Personally, I think of death as merely a transfer of residence.

Yet I am a total nincompoop when it comes to expressing condolences. INNA LILLAH........
May the soul rest..................
As each day passes...........
On reflection, my attempts at condoling and extricating myself appear ridiculous.
Never have mastered it. Never will.

Beautifully written..one doesnt sway to the words, one but thinks of the passion behind them...

Sad....always provocative, at times subliminal.. the words hit home where so many of us dont will to delve..we dont have the time nor the inclination to actually, even for a tenth of a second, relate (nay, think) of what happens around us... Is it barbarism or a reflection upon a state of mind, of a corruption that has permeated our self professed morality... Are we first a collectivity, drawn to one another or are we individuals, indifferent to all but self fulfilment ? Do we lead our lived in a chasm, insulated from stimuli, reeling to our whims ?

Points to ponder...life...

Sohail