22/08/2026
Yesterday, a couple came into my chamber with a letter in their hands. They were familiar faces, as I had treated several members of their family over the years, but I wasn't prepared for this.
There are many kinds of debts in life. Some are counted in money, some in favors, and some in what we owe to people. But there are some things you receive that make every calculation meaningless.
I simply try to do my job with sincerity. To listen, to be patient, to never make someone feel small when they are already vulnerable. I just try to make a little difference in their lives, so that when they walk out of my chamber, they feel a little better than when they walked in.
And somehow, the love I've received from my patients has always been more than I could ever put into words.
Perhaps this is one of the quietest privileges of being a doctor knowing that somewhere, someone's prayer carries your name.
May their duas win! Always!â¤ī¸