Ziauddin University

Dr. Alishba

I remember starting Ziauddin all starry-eyed, ready to take on the world, little did I know the smallness of my existence, and the vastness of medicine. The hallways of this university have seen our tears, stumbles, laughter, friendships and our frustration. They’ve seen us grow, physically and figuratively, they gave us friends that became family, and lecture halls that became home – literally, when the uncomfortable benches at the back became our beds. From traipsing the countless flights of stairs, to almost always lamenting the mini tuc shop that never carried anything healthy – while, ironically, devouring bag of chips with chai, our favourite combination, to celebrating 14th August with Ziauddin in colours of our flag, we grew up. Speaking of growing, Ziauddin’s pet cats, Linda, christened by our group, grew up along with us and her litter of kittens. We’ve seen Ziauddin grow too, again, literally, with the addition of floors every year, and it’s been a bittersweet feeling having to finally say goodbye to my home away from home.

I still remember walking into the Operation Theatre, and feeling a multitude of emotions. The scrubs. The stark cleanliness. The bright, glaring lights. There is a method to the madness. The rush of emotions. There lay a patient. A gun shot wound. Lying on the stretcher, unconscious, trusting the surgeon will do his absolute best to save his life and help him live. That day still resonates with me, we help people, we really, truly help people, and that being called a doctor is no easy feat. To earn that trust is another obstacle to overcome. It is a substantial responsibility, and I pray, I pray, we honour that responsibility with all our might.