Saturday,19th of April,2025.

Hi everyone, I trust you're doing all right.

I'm writing this from on top of my bed. It's 5:38 p.m. on a Saturday, and yeah, I'm home for a brief holiday before starting my clinicals. Everything just feels so surreal. Initially, fear didn’t even allow me to imagine what things would look like if I actually made it. I was too focused on surviving the present moment to picture what was beyond it. I was scared, and honestly, I didn’t let my mind wander too far. But now that I’m here, breathing in this moment, I realize just how much it means.

I wrote the last piece on the 15th of November, 2024. I still remember how I felt that morning… overwhelmed, anxious, completely unsure of myself. I couldn’t even post it back then. I just saved it and said, when I pass my exams, I’ll come back to this.

Well… I made it, AlhamduliLlāh.🤭

I finally passed my first MB. And maybe to someone else, that doesn’t seem like a big deal. Maybe it’s just one out of four MBs and nothing to make noise about. But if you’ve ever crossed a particular hurdle that scared you so much, if you’ve ever sat with your heart in your throat and your faith hanging by a spider web, you’ll understand why I’m holding on to this moment and letting it breathe.

It’s more than a pass. It’s proof that I’m getting closer. It’s the sign I needed that this dream is still valid, still possible.

So I posted the write-up. Because I promised myself I would. Because that girl who wrote it needed to know that fear didn’t win. Because I made it through. And I'll let myself marinate in this little triumph of mine.

Dear one,

If you’re in that same place I was …tired, uncertain, scared, I genuinely hope this reminds you that even when it doesn’t look like it, you’re moving. And you’ll get there.

One step closer. Always. Don't just let the fear of failure define your outcome.

I accept your congratulations and I'm rooting for you as well!❤️