Tuesday, July 29, 2014

As a Humanitarian, I Support Hamas

Most Malaysians are well aware of the whole Palestinian-Israeli conflict, but friends outside the country often asked me about my opinion and are surprised when I told them I support what Hamas is doing. Most are still misled by mainstream media which portray Hamas as a terrorist group organization, and they think that seeing me as who talks about health care and do humanitarian work, supporting Hamas is contradicting what I do. Here is my take on why as a so-called 'humanitarian', I support Hamas:

This war is not just about stopping missiles and prevent death from missiles. Ceasefire has been done every now and then, dozens of time, but when there is no death by missiles, Israel moves on to kill Palestinians by slow, painful death: blockade of land, sea and air, cutting off supply of food, medicine, electricity and materials for shelter. The biggest hospital in Gaza is still running on equipment that you might thought came out from medical museums. Gaza is trapped, nothing can go in, Gazans are not free to go out. Palestinians has tried to negotiate this with Israel for 40 years to end the blockade and let Palestinians be free to live, trade and travel freely. But after 40 damn years, Israel still won't compromise. How long more can they stand it? Negotiations don't work. Hamas don't attack for no reason, they want Israel to lift the blockage of land, sea and air. They won't stop until they have that basic freedom to live. They want basic health. The definition of health by the WHO is Health is "a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity". What is the use of another ceasefire, when they know they will still be killed by Israelis by a slow and painful death?


What's with counter-attacking with attacking schools, playground and hospitals? "Targeting the command and control center of Hamas" they say. Is it possible that playgrounds and beaches are a "command and contol centre" of Hamas? Do they hide weapons in sandboxes? In the beach sand? Are little kids playing with their friends in sandboxes a threat to Israel? How about the United Nations school? Do you think the UN would let Hamas hide weapons in their school? 

To my international friends who knows me as a humanitarian, you might think it is ironic for me to support Hamas and the Al-Qassam brigade. But I do support them, because their demand to lift off the blockade is for them to live a safe and healthy lives for their people. How would you feel when you are cut off supply from food, medicine and shelter in your own damn country? Hamas has to retaliate because the UN can't do much. Some of you has been with me in Geneva, and you know how the talks go. They come out with resolutions and resolutions, but in the end, the ones who decides to comply or not are the respective governments in the countries themselves. They can talk all they want, but Israel feel that they have no obligation to comply to these resolutions.

It is tiring to write things like this every year, then it dies out when ceasefire is reached, and Palestinians continue to die of inadequate nutrition and healthcare. Supporting Hamas does not contradict with what I do, in fact it is in line with my belief that everybody deserves good health. Not just people in Africa who has to walk miles to fetch water, not just people in South America who live in Shantytowns with holes in their roof, not just people in India who has to travel far to see a doctor. This is Gaza, water supplies are cut off, their roofs are full of holes made by Israeli missiles, and traveling to see a doctor? I'm sorry the hospital has just been bombed

Monday, July 21, 2014

Bringing Me Down

Once while I was working I witnessed the most insensitive way a doctor breaks bad news of having terminal cancer to a girl of my age. Funny thing is that I don't realize how wrong it was until I had my off-day some days later to ponder upon what had happened. The patient was my age, and the way she was told that she was going to die was so detached of humanity. The frustrating thing is that it was too common, that none of my colleagues commented on it, like it was the most normal thing to do. I don't fully blame the doctor or my friends, because it is too typical here. Maybe because terminal cancer is too common, but then again how did people do it in other places? I might not even thought of this if I haven't been around traveling

I am afraid of what our culture has become, but I am more afraid that being surrounded with this culture every single day, from 5 a.m. to 7 p.m, my brain is slowly accepting it. I've already started showing signs and symptoms. Why did it take a few days, and a day-off for me to realize how wrong it was? I would have straight away tell my colleagues "Isn't that wrong?". But being too busy with hospital work, everyone kept silent. I read again what I wrote while I was working for the WHO: "We Actually Get Stupider When We Work Too Much: The Case of House Officers", and I could imagine myself a few months ago being disappointed with my future self for succumbing into a life too busy, it sucks the life and humanity out of me.

Oh Allah, please save me from this, let me save lives without turning into one selfish, insensitive bastard

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Designer In Me Part III

So this is the third time I decorate my living space. The first was my room in Bandung, where I lived there for 3 years. Then in Kolej Kediaman Tun Dr Ismail UKM in Cheras, Kuala Lumpur, where I stayed for another 3 years, and now this is my living space in Kuarters Integrasi Hospital Sungai Buloh. As compared to my other rooms, you might realize that this time I swerve away from my favorite colors white, red and black. My room is totally green now. It is not that I suddenly become an environmentalist after working under the department of environment and social determinants of health in Geneva, lol, but the room was already painted green when I went in. Furthermore, look at the view outside, it's so green. Sungai Buloh is well known in the Klang Valley for people to buy plants. In fact, my father always buy plants here until this day. So I decided to bring the green into my room! Here it is. I am not paid by Ikea but Ikea is just 15 minutes from here and most of the things I buy is from there

Friday, April 4, 2014

Candid Moments

Sometimes it does not take a great photo to remind you of a great moment. That is why I think there is beauty in classic film cameras or polaroids. You can only have like 24 photos in a film roll, and unless you are willing to spend a lot on films, you have no choice but to be prudent on your shots. You would take the most candid and spontaneous moment in time. No taking a bunch and deleting the bad ones, no redoing shots, no photoshops . One single photo. One single moment. Miniaturized into a piece of glossy paper. That is why you see a lot of shut eyes, blurry motions, glares and stuff. But those imperfections...they themselves tell a story. Digital cameras and all its editing softwares makes us look too perfect, sometimes to the point of being artificial. It is not wholly a bad thing, though. But I miss the times when we look ugly in film but do no not care to delete it because it has already been printed.

Anyway, back to candid shots, I took this picture below spontaneously, almost like a reflex. Like, who would take a picture of a dull fuel station? I totally forgot about this photo because it pales in comparison to the more amazing photos I took hours after this was taken: upclose shots of hyenas, lions, hippos and wild buffalos. But somehow, browsing through my pictures in Africa months later, I found this picture and it reminds me of the most exciting thing: the journey. This was taken on the way from Johannesburg to Kruger Park. We had to stop at this fuel station in the middle of nowhere. It was so sunny I bought ice cream and remembered eating them while watching a pack of buffalos crossing the dirt road.

Yes the safari is amazing, but one of the most exciting part of traveling is the journey, where you don't know what to expect in front of you, your head is filled with ideal images you found in traveling books and online travel guides, and also with plans on what to do once you've reached your destination. I also get the same feeling when the flight is taking off. It always feels like a start of an adventure, no matter where my destination is. I guess it is true, that in traveling or in life achievements, what we cherish most is not the destination, but the journey to get there. The struggle. The climb.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Time In-Betweens

I used to look forward for things to end. Like in high school I look forward for SPM to end so I can study medicine. In pre-clinical medical school I wish for pre-clinicals to end so I can practice clinical medicine. In clinical medicine I wish to graduate fast so I can become a doctor. However, once I have started working I realize that my eagerness for things to end has slowly fade away. A big part of it has to do with the daily routine of rushing here and there and the next thing you know the day comes to an end. A smaller part of it has to do with the fear of growing old. Time flies really fast when you are working 'in the zone'.

Now I just wish for time to pass by slowly. I no longer look forward for things to end. Housemanship may be considered a tough period of a doctor's life but I don't wish to rush though it. I wish to live in the present, enjoying life as it happens to me. There is so much things to do when we're still young. If I keep a mindset of wanting everything to end: finish Housemanship to become Medical Officer fast. Finish 2 years of Medical Officership to go into Master's program fast. Finish Master's fast to become specialist fast. Do subspecialization fast. The list will never end and the next thing I know I will find myself sitting in a clinic with a distended tummy.

Recently I've learned that creative endeavours, like writing in this blog does not necessarily happen when you have tons of time. It happens during the short periods between busyness. When you know you are going to be busy, you will try to find the time in-betweens. Like here I am, 5 a.m. and writing. I am still struggling to find the time in-betweens to do non-medical stuff, but I am trying. Creative endeavours are important, but it is important to make it in-between your daily job before it can flourish as an independent endeavour. As far as motivational speakers ask you to just jump and follow your passion to fully focus on what you're truly passionate about, it may take some time.

I am talking about a job in general, not focusing on the medical career. This is partly due many Malays that I see quitting their daily job to open an online shop or painting or playing in a band and stuff. Then realise it couldn't sustain them financially, and went back to their former job. A daily job gives you the security of a sense of belonging, a medium to keep in touch with people, and of course the financial security for you to keep a focused mind while you are doing your creative work. So keep your job, do things in-between, and when you're art has flourished, when people start buying your stuff like banana fritters and you become confident it can sustain you financially, then you make the jump.

My mom would read this and worry if I would quit medicine and go painting someday. But nah, this is just a general advice for people who are considering to make the jump in career too soon. I am just finding time in-between my shift duty to write more. I admire Atul Gawande, a surgeon in the USA whom wrote 3 books in between his surgeries, which all I read with much respect towards his thoughts.