Articles by Z.S. Junaid
Z.S. Junaid is a first year MBBS student at Bahria Univeristy, Pakistan. He has completed his school education from England, and feels intuitively drawn towards seeking patterns, recognizing comparisons and critically analyzing the healthcare systems in Britain and in Pakistan. He is also involved in debates and editorial writings for his university. Junaid can be reached at [email protected]
This patient in the hospital lies here in bland robes, inside sterile, square walls — patient number 9. There is too much white here: white curtains, white beds, white vases, white hair, white phlegm, glassy white …
Do but consider this small dust,
Here running in the glass
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this
The body was
Of one that loved?
And in his mistress’ flame, playing like a fly,
Turned to cinders by her eye?
A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d where, on a little promontory, it stood isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O …
His skin reminded me of the sooty wax on car engines. At another place, at another time, I might have eyed him suspiciously and clutched my purse more tightly. After all, there were all these …
Dil e nadan tujhe howa kya hai (Silly heart, what has happened to you?)
Akhir is dard ki dawa kya hai? (What is the remedy for this heartache, afterall?)
Depression was not discovered by a Professor of …