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Peter Farag Peter Farag (1 Posts)

Contributing Writer

University of Toronto's Mississauga Academy of Medicine


Peter Farag is a third year medical student at the University of Toronto's Mississauga Academy of Medicine.




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Falling Down the Rabbit Hole

how quickly one turns on oneself  inner demons circling overhead like opportunistic infections ready to invade predator and prey so vulnerable unprotected and unarmed.  survival of the fittest  I wrote this poem just a few weeks ago during a moment of overwhelming emotions that felt all too familiar. I’ve been writing poetry since middle school; it has always been a source of refuge for me, an outlet for my deepest fears and anxieties. Letting my …

autumn autopsy

as I walk away from your linoleum tomb I run my tongue over cracked lips for the first time and they are no longer attached but hanging like you were and will always be suspended from cold mental concrete waiting for warm hands to pull you down and then pull you apart before your body bursts into a thousand crisp autumn leaves and the wind scoops you up scatters beautiful bright sun droplets over your …

Ward Wonders

The echo of heartbeats near the newfound graves, With the first breath of life and the last sigh of death Waving to each other in the night. Birthdays and funerals march along in unison, doors apart. Faces in scrubs rise and set with the sun, While those stuck in bed can only change their gowns, and wait. The rhythmic beeps of machines And the clack of shoes on the linoleum floor Sing a comforting melody. …

Old Talents

One of the things that I have learnt Ever since I have embarked on this long, long journey Is that with endless responsibilities Comes the increasing importance of prioritizing and letting go What matters most And what matters less Always in some sort of dynamic balance between Marching towards a tangible goal and Melting down in a binary world of studying and not.   Twelve years, sounds like a long time So many years of …

The Study of Gratitude

They are your first patients we were told. And like with later patients, with them we shared discovery, struggles and triumphs. I learned from each and every one, so much, so generously, each and every day.   But unlike any other patients I will ever know, when I was with them I was in the presence of extraordinary grace and giving.  And in those moments when the sky was darkening outside the windows and the …

Parenthesis

It was a Thursday in November, a day that felt like neither Thursday nor November a few weeks after my diagnosis that hadn’t seemed quite right, either, and here it was, on the page: the perfect trap, the perfect analogy. The patient (My Name No closing parenthesis. Now perhaps you’re one of those people who thinks that a missing closing parenthesis is just another typo, like a comma too few or too many. Perhaps you’ve …

The Hospital Gown

A piece of cloth decorated with cartoon animals or light blue patterns. It can vary in size but not style. It brings fear, uncertainty and vulnerability. It symbolizes dramatic, unwelcome changes in people’s lives. It is a hospital gown. Wearing a hospital gown—naked underneath—you, the patient, burst the bubble of privacy and emerge upon an unusual level of trust. You reveal your most intimate moments as you lead your physician into your world. You ask …

To Being Doctors-to-Be

We who were always overachievers. Who missed the dusk of our adolescence solving multiple-choice questions. We who began our adult lives spending alternate days with corpses. Who carry bones in our bags and books that break our backs. Who spend the best years of youth in the grime of wards. Who have already witnessed a lifetime’s share of deaths. Who learn about depression but fail to recognise it in ourselves. We who have no definite …

Mrigank Warrier Mrigank Warrier (1 Posts)

Contributing Writer Emeritus

Lokmanya Tilak Municipal Medical College


I'm a Class of 2014 undergraduate at Lokmanya Tilak Municipal Medical College in Sion, Mumbai, India. I stumbled into medicine and found that I love it. I intend to pursue an MD in internal medicine. Most patients I encounter are poor, illiterate and clueless about their condition; counselling and reassuring them is something I look forward to doing every day.