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                                وَأُبْرِئُ ٱلْأَكْمَهَ وَٱلْأبْرَصَ وَأُحْيِ ٱلْمَوْتَىٰ بِإِذْنِ ٱللَّهِ

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From the keyboard of Dr Tayyab Arif Butt,
Vice President, YDA Punjab.

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Journal of Young Doctors Association, Pakistan
Chief Editor: Dr Waqas Arshad, Media Secretary, YDA Gujranwala & GHA Punjab.

                                Presents:

     "A Series Of Unfortunate Events"

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"Seriously there’s a deep and poetic resonance in the word "Maseeha". It originates from "Maseeh", a title given to Prophet Isa (Jesus, peace be upon him), who was known for miraculous healing and even raising the dead—by the permission of Allah. The term has since evolved in Urdu and Persian to describe someone who brings healing, hope, or salvation—a savior-like figure. In modern usage, calling someone a Maseeha—like a doctor or a humanitarian—is a way of honoring their selfless service, especially when they help those in pain or despair. But just like Prophet Isa faced rejection and injustice despite his miracles, many real-life "Maseehas" today—doctors, caregivers, reformers—often face criticism, burnout, or are harrassed. Those who try to heal the world sometimes carry the heaviest burdens."

Dr Tayyab Arif Butt,

Vice President, YDA Punjab.


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A Narration By Dr Umer Darr, 

Based on True Events!

If You Are Not A "Patient", Then Be Patient Within the Hospital.

As I stood near the door bed of the trauma center as a house officer, my heart was pounding. This was my first duty as an unpaid house officer. On one side was a surge of pride and passion, on the other, a wave of panic—but there was only one determination in my heart: “I have to give my best, no matter what.” As I put the stethoscope to my throat, the scene before my eyes began to shake me. Patients were coming in from all directions. Some were bleeding from their foreheads, some had badly cut legs, and some were writhing on stretchers, covered in blood.

The smell of blood and panic was everywhere! And then… that stench! As a patient was being carried onto a stretcher, the smell of defecation wafted through the entire emergency room. The stench was so strong that the scent of my expensive perfume disappeared in a moment. It felt as if my nose, tongue, and brain had all been paralyzed. The mixed smell of sweat, wounds, blood, and vomit from some patients’ bodies shook me to the core. 

My sense of taste seemed to have disappeared in my throat—there was only stench, noise, and stench. There was a constant commotion in my ears. Patients were groaning, caregivers were screaming, the beeping of machines, the siren of the ambulance, and the staff shouting at each other due to overload—everything was pounding on my brain like a hammer. My own body was starting to weaken. I hadn’t eaten anything for hours. I hadn’t had breakfast or drunk water. My stomach was empty, but my heart was heavy. And when the smell of a patient’s vomit came closer, my own health began to deteriorate. It became difficult to breathe, and I could barely stand.

Here They Come. In the same chaos, I saw two attendants rushing towards me with their patient, but they suddenly turned to a female doctor who was already examining the patient. And then… the fight started. The attendants started behaving rudely, and the female doctor bravely controlled herself. I kept getting drawn to the fight as I took my patient’s history. 

Finally, I found myself forced to move forward. “Look, maybe I can help…” I said. But what I feared happened; they also attacked me. Verbal abuse, insults, anger, insults—everything was thrown at me. Meanwhile, the female doctor ensured that the treatment of the same patient was carried on. I tried to call security, but no one was there. I went to the hospital administration office, but there was disappointment too. Finally, I sought help from my seniors at YDA, Dr. Adnan Yousuf and Dr. Tayyab Arif Butt. They arrived like angels, took control of the situation, and explained the attendants firmly but gently. If these two hadn’t come, the argument might have escalated into something dangerous, just like that event that happened almost a week ago.

A Recall of Previous Incident:

In that incident, a mother was sleeping after taking sleeping pills and left the remaining pills beside her bed while sleeping. 

Two of her children came to her after waking late on a Sunday morning and somehow started playing doctor with the pills. Later, when others awoke, she saw the children playing with the last of the pills. In a hurry, she took the children to the children’s hospital complex, where the doctors started emptying the stomach via a tube. The tube, while on its way towards the stomach, somehow damaged the oral cavity, but that was considered normal near doctors. But the mother, who could not tolerate, hindered the treatment plan. 

Two more attendants, who were along with her, started creating a fuss. Unfortunately, one of them even choked the neck of the female doctor who was treating their own patient, while the other attendant punched hard for more than 5 minutes. In the end, the patient was treated, but the doctor left the medical field after such treatment.

Now, let's skip the flashbacks and come back to me—even in a similar environment—I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, my hair was still neatly done, my dressing still looked professional and neat, and my shoes still shone in the light, as if they were mocking the situation. Please be patient when you come to the hospital. Panic, shouting, and rudeness not only spoil the atmosphere but also weaken the hands that are trying to save your life. That's all I could narrate. See you another time...

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              Dr. Salman Haseeb Chaudhary 

Known for wearing multiple hats in Pakistan’s medical and public spheres. He has served as the Chairman of the Grand Health Alliance (GHA) Punjab and General Secretary of the Young Doctors Association (YDA) Punjab, where he’s been vocal on healthcare reforms and policies, including his participation in consultative workshops on the Medical Teaching Institutions (MTI) Act1. In addition to his advocacy work, he’s also recognized as a dermatologist and aesthetics physician, offering treatments related to skincare and cosmetic procedures.

Dr. Salman Haseeb Chaudhary has been a central figure in the recent protests against the proposed privatization of healthcare facilities in Punjab. As a senior leader of the Grand Health Alliance (GHA) and Chairman of the Young Doctors Association (YDA) Punjab, he’s been vocally opposing the government's move to outsource basic health units (BHUs), rural health centers (RHCs), and even major hospitals like Jinnah Hospital.

In April 2025, Dr. Salman and other GHA leaders led demonstrations outside the Punjab Assembly and later at Charing Cross in Lahore. The protests escalated when police arrested over 70 participants, including doctors and nurses, during a sit-in. Dr. Salman condemned the arrests and warned that if the government continued with privatization, healthcare workers might withdraw services from emergency wards.

He also criticized the government for what he described as economic injustice—highlighting that while public sector employees face job insecurity, lawmakers’ salaries have been increased significantly

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Message from the Chief Editor: 

Dr Waqas Arshad Mughal,
Media Secretary,
YDA Gujranwala & GHA.

The Young Doctors Association (YDA) has long called for fair working conditions, legal protection, and professional dignity. The Gujranwala incident is not isolated but part of a troubling trend demanding immediate reform. At stake is not just the safety of our doctors, but also the threat of healthcare privatization that could further marginalize the public.

Recent peaceful protests in Lahore—led by Dr. Salman Haseeb Chaudhry and his companions—were met with state force instead of dialogue. Dozens of doctors were dismissed and penalized, while official silence deepens the disillusionment of those who choose medicine as a path of service.

Doctors don’t seek applause—they ask for safety, respect, and the ability to serve. These aren’t just physicians; they are the quiet defenders on the front lines of life and death. Yet they are wounded, neglected, and silenced.

As a nation, we owe them more. We salute those who persist with compassion despite adversity. Let this not be just sentiment—but a collective resolve:

Protect the protectors. Stand with the healers.

STAY BLESSED!