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Humans of KEMU, KING EDWARD MEDICAL UNIVERSITY, Lahore (2026)

22/03/2026

People call it privilege, but we know what it really is. It’s years of showing up when it was easier to quit, from school all the way to medical college. Nothing about this journey was handed to us. Yes, the name King Edward Medical University matters, and yes we take pride in it. You can call it bragging, but when something is built on this much effort, you’ve earned the right to own it. No one hands you a residency on a plate. Every Kemcolian who made it put in the work, faced the stress, the uncertainty, the burnout, and still kept going.

At the same time, this journey is not walked alone. The circle matters. Sitting with seniors who were once in the same position, being guided through observerships, electives, applications, and even supported through mentorship and resources by alumni and the Kemcaana network, all of it shapes the path. That environment doesn’t replace individual effort, it strengthens it, pushes it, and sets a standard you begin to live up to. Being around people who aim higher slowly changes how you think, how you work, and what you believe is possible.

A huge congratulations to all Kemcolians who matched this year. You’ve earned this through years of discipline and resilience, and we’re proud to see you take this step forward. Wishing you all the best as you begin this new chapter, and for those still on the journey, stay consistent and keep pushing. Your time will come.

To the sky and beyond, there is no limit for a Kemcolian.

(Caption Inspired by Rana Adnan)

14/01/2026

وَمَن يَتَوَكَّلْ عَلَى ٱللَّهِ فَهُوَ حَسْبُهُۥٓ ۚ•
“And whoever relies upon Allah, He will suffice him.”
(Qur’an 65:3)
When I was born, my family stood in a hospital corner, crying and worried about my future. A differently-abled child, what could fate possibly hold?
Years later, Alhamdulillah, that same child became the only one in his extended family studying at one of Pakistan’s top medical institutes.

There was a time when people,especially elders,said my condition was a punishment for my parents’ sins. But today, wherever my name is mentioned, my parents’ heads are held high. That, for me, is success.

My parents lived through years of tears and uncertainty, but my mother made a powerful decision: she would never leave her child alone. She went on to do a Master’s in Special Education just so she could support and educate me better. Instead of sending me to a special school, my parents insisted I study in a normal school. The administration resisted,but my parents didn’t give up. Eventually, they won.

I studied, competed, and grew alongside other students. I wasn’t just present,I thrived. By the end of school, I left as the best student.

Then came another challenge. I decided to memorize the Qur’an. People said it was too difficult, that I couldn’t do it. But Alhamdulillah, I completed my Hifz in just two years. On the day of my completion ceremony, I saw something unforgettable, true pride in my parents’ eyes. Every struggle became worth it.Then came a point when I got the opportunity to lead or Imamat of prayers continuously for five years at my own parent institute.

After matriculation with excellent marks, I enrolled in I.Com, dreaming of becoming a Chartered Accountant. Medicine was never my plan. But Allah had other plans. With only months left before exams, my path changed, and I moved into FSc. Once again, I stood out, securing third position in college.

When I entered medical school, I feared losing my identity. But Allah granted me even greater honor.
مَا وَدَّعَكَ رَبُّكَ وَمَا قَلَى•
“Your Lord has not forsaken you.”
(Qur’an 93:3)
From my very first day at King Edward Medical University, I found unwavering support in Islami Jamiat Talaba. They stood by me without hesitation and I stood by them with loyalty. Jamiat shaped my leadership, confidence, purpose, and understanding of Islam. Truly, my first and last love at King Edward is Islami Jamiat Talaba.

I was also blessed with incredible friends, friends who supported me, stood by me, lifted me, and made these years unforgettable. Because of them, I never felt alone.

At KE, I received respect from everyone from professors to workers and I value that deeply. Throughout these five years, I tried my best to serve others, to listen, and to help wherever I could.

KE has its challenges, but one thing is certain: KEMCOLIANS are talented, driven, and exceptional. These years were filled with struggle, growth, and memories I will cherish forever.
If my disability was doubled, Allah multiplied my courage and my support system three to four times over. Allah had very big plans for me.

Throughout this long journey, I never once felt that I couldn’t do something or that anything was impossible for me. Whatever I wanted to achieve, whatever I dreamed of, I worked for it and achieved it in the best possible way.

During my five years at KEMU, my weaknesses came to the surface, giving me the opportunity to work on them. Life at KE taught me countless lessons and contributed immensely to my personal growth. These lessons and experiences will remain with me and guide me throughout the rest of my life.

Above all, I am grateful to Allah Almighty ,then to my parents, teachers, friends, family, Vice chancellors, professors, and every soul who made this journey meaningful.

From doubt to dignity.
From tears to triumph.
This is not just my story—this is proof that Allah’s plan is always greater.
وَمَا تَوْفِيقِي إِلَّا بِاللَّهِ•
(Qur’an 11:88)
Alhamdulillah♥️

Muhammad Farhan Zafar Baloch
Roll no. 304
Batch 25

05/01/2026

My story is not a reflection of personality; it is proof that a man is forged by his environment and the values that surround him. I come from a family of eight sisters, a hardworking father, and a devoted mother who held our home together. In our society, sons were valued over daughters, yet I was cherished not for merit but because society placed weight on my existence, a belief my life stands against.

I was raised by women who shaped my character. Each sister instilled strength, sacrifice, and responsibility into me. My father defined dignity. A quiet man who refused ignorance, he left the village to ensure his daughters could study, sacrificing comfort and convenience. That decision changed generations.

Allah always has his plans for everyone. Our early life was hard. Education was never compromised, though my eldest sister carried responsibilities far beyond her age, supporting the family while becoming a figure of authority and care. Through patience and relentless effort, our circumstances transformed. Today, by the grace of Allah, my sisters are doctors, lecturers, and lawyers and own real estate; my father is in peace, proud of his children’s success.

All change comes from Allah. Not from ego. Not from self illusion. Everyone is guided, not self made. Strength discipline and clarity were granted not created. This belief kills arrogance and builds real power. When Allah aligns a man nothing can stop his rise.

The people closer to you define your life. They push you to rise, to achieve, to give more than you take. Real value comes from loyalty, generosity, and presence, not seeing others as obstacles or stepping stones.

Friends have always been a beautiful part of my journey. Among them, my friend Sameer and my dear junior friends hold a special place in my heart.

Being the president of KAPS taught me that leadership is not about authority but about humility and presence. You do not build people by standing above them but by standing with them understanding their effort and respecting their contribution. The societies at KEMU were not just activities they were a foundation that strengthened my character and vision.

We should choose to live by principles.Aiming to be available for our family as our parents were, to support our friends, and to serve our patients with sincerity. Satisfaction comes not from being served but from serving without conditions. We exist because others invested in us, and our greatest responsibility should be to honor their trust, to live by their values, and to pass them forward.

Signing Off
Abdullah Qasim
Roll Number 179
Class of 2025

04/01/2026

My journey starts with the title of ‘an unfortunate child’ which my relatives gave me when my father suffered a huge financial loss, the very next day to the day of my birth. Who knew that one day I would become an example those same relatives would give to their children?

Everyone in my family had only one dream and that was to move abroad at a very young age and settle there. However, my mother, despite having completed only her inter, always taught her children to pursue education and do something meaningful in life. My father had left school during his teen years due to epilepsy and was on long-term carbamazepine.

The pursuit of big dreams truly began when I excelled academically. The tears in my parents’ eyes after my MDCAT result made me realize that every bit of hard work was worth it. I got admitted to KEMU, an institute I used to admire from outside while reading its name written on a direction sign near the Lahore Museum.

When I shared in my joint family that I will be studying at KEMU, I received comments such as, “You have studied enough; now you should work with your father or go to UOG.” Yet what unfolded was exactly what Allah Almighty had planned best for me. I became the first in my family to attend a university and that too far away from home.

In KE, I struggled deeply with homesickness as an introvert. At that time, my only refuge in hostel was the room of my seniors from Gujrat. In 2nd-year, I lost my greatest support, my grandmother, whose presence had always solved all of my problems. Bilateral meniscal tear in my right knee, typhoid fever, second prof, my sister’s marriage, separation of the joint family, and a financial crisis all struck simultaneously. This was the lowest point of my life. Fortunately, during this time, I befriended a gem sharing my name, Ahmed Ali, who always supported me like a real brother, and never let me fall. I can never repay him back.

Today, I can confidently say that KEMU transformed a shy, suppressed child into a bold, confident, and self-sufficient individual. I now aspire to be a doctor who connects with patients through his heart and want to help other children like me and tell them:

“Come out of yourself and explore the world. This is for you.”

AHMAD ALI
Roll No. 182
Batch ‘25
Signing Off!

04/01/2026

KEMU is not only for geniuses. It is for those who show up every day, stay consistent, and refuse to give up. With sincere efforts and patience, anyone can earn their place here. Many people think if you're at KEMU, you must be a genius. That belief didn’t hold true for me. I'm a slow learner, memorizing things has always been difficult for me. Yet from the very beginning of my school education, my mother, my father, and grandfather sat beside me, teaching me word by word. Whatever I'm today is because of their relentless efforts, prayers and belief in me. My childhood dream was to become an engineer, but life had different plans that led me to do a noble engineering - working on a human body.

Following my brother's footsteps, who has always been a source of motivation, I eventually got admission at KEMU. The early years were not easy. I struggled with intense homesickness, kept to myself, spoke very little and avoided social circles. I was simply surviving without any clear goals till my third year. Things began to change when I became friends with Ahmad. He consistently motivated me, stood by me every time, and helped me build confidence. I must say that one must have such a friend in life.

I'm deeply grateful to all my friends, especially BANGERS, for turning these 5 years into memories that I'll cherish for a lifetime.

As this journey comes to an end, the MBBS degree will eventually hang on a wall, but the people, lessons and moments from KEMU will always remain in my heart.

Ahmed Ali
Roll No. 183
KEMU '25
Signing off!

01/01/2026

‘Brick by Brick’
A line that has always stuck with me maybe because thats what ive seen since i was a kid. Ive seen my dad build everything from scratch brick by brick.
No shortcuts. No hustle. Pure hardwork. Thats what i received in inheritance from my father.
Maybe thats why i believe that nothing that holds some value in your life comes easy.
KE was a gift of that hardwork. And it gave me 5 bittersweet years. It gave me the most beautiful people i could ever ask for and at the same time, the worst of moments, the ones that result in you making a ‘cannon events’ folder in your notes to remind yourself to not make the same mistakes again.
KE teaches you alot but theres one thing that i learnt here,
‘Hardwork alone isnt enough. You need to have blind Faith in God as well’
Thats when the miracles happen.
I learnt this the hard way but i guess failure has its own charm.
The good part is i leave KE with zero regrets and a lifetime of love and memories to cherish forever.
And i pray God keeps us all this privileged to chase our dreams and build our futures
‘Brick by Brick’

Aleena Sameen
Roll # 14
Batch’ 25
Signing off

27/12/2025

I think many people believe we achieve success easily, or simply through luck.
“Great journeys are rarely straight paths. They are shaped by doubt, resilience, and the courage to keep going.”
My journey to King Edward Medical College was no exception.

As a child, my father always wanted the best for me and enrolled me in strong institutions, where I developed a love for healthy competition and learned to work harder to stay ahead.

My first major setback came with my FSC First Year result, when I was shocked to see that I had failed English with only 28 marks. I lost all hope and trust in the system. However, my family and teachers reassured me that it was likely a checking error. So, I applied for rechecking, and my marks were revised from 28 to 88. What seemed like failure became a lesson in patience, resilience, and self-belief.

After completing FSC, I began preparing for the MDCAT in 2020. For the first time, I experienced overwhelming stress. The realization that a single exam could shape my future consumed me, leaving me mentally exhausted.

Seeing me buried under this pressure, my father did something unexpected. Just ten days before the exam, he tore apart my books and notes and calmly reminded me that no exam was worth watching his son suffer. “It’s not life or death,” he said.

Later, my mother convinced him to let me continue studying, reassuring us that this exam did not define my worth. Still, the struggle continued until exam day.

In the examination hall, an invigilator accused me of damaging my question paper and took it away, saying my paper would be canceled. Panic rose, but only briefly. My father’s words echoed in my mind. After 45 minutes, I was allowed to attempt the remaining portion, which I completed under immense pressure.

Against all odds, I secured my admission to King Edward Medical University with 192/200 marks.

It was nothing short of a miracle but it sure wasn't easy nor smooth.

Life felt much easier in KE after all that . Because even if anything came , I just remembered
" It isn't life or death ."

Abdul Moiz Ahmed
Roll no 174
KEMU Batch 25

26/12/2025

*“My daughter will be a doctor* .”
These were the words my father once dreamed for my elder sister. But destiny was unkind—his passing shattered her path, and that dream remained incomplete.
So quietly, without ever announcing it loudly, I carried that dream forward.
I made it my responsibility to fulfill what he once envisioned.
My journey began at Danish School, where I lived and learned from class 6 to 2nd year. Those years shaped me deeply. I was an all-rounder—a singer, a speaker, a player—exploring every side of myself. I was selected in national football team. Played cricket on national forums. Yet, beneath all that, one dream stayed alive.
I used to say, “Bas MDCAT clear ho jaye.”
King Edward felt like a dream too big, too distant—almost impossible.
But Allah had other plans.
I didn’t just clear MDCAT—I earned admission into King Edward Medical College.
The first doctor of my school.
The first doctor of my family.
A dream rewritten into reality.
KEMU changed me—completely.
My life here was a blend of victories and losses, smiles and tears. I gained people, I lost people, and I lost parts of myself—only to find stronger ones. It was a rollercoaster in every sense.
This place broke me…
and then rebuilt me.
From someone fun and carefree, I became serious, steadfast, resilient, and mature. KEMU taught me patience, humility, endurance, and strength beyond books and exams.
At the end of this journey, I don’t just carry a degree—I carry a legacy, a fulfilled dream, and a promise kept.
To my father: your dream lives on.
To KEMU: you shaped who I am.
To myself: you survived, you grew, you became.
Alhamdulillah for everything.
Forever a KEMCOLIAN. 🩺💚
Aleena Shafique
Roll no.15
Kemu batch 25

25/12/2025

As a child who was unlikely to ever speak or listen, I've come a long way. Had it not been for Allah's mercy and my parents' extraordinary efforts, I might just be another partially deaf and mute guy.

I saw KEMU for the first time in 2014 when I visited Lahore with my father. We parked outside the university premises and said, "ye hai KE." I didn't pay much attention to it because, unlike many of my fellows who had this great "passion" of becoming a Kemcolian, I had never paid much attention to it. Despite being the most trouble-making student at every place I studied, I was still disciplined and focused enough that I never actually imagined becoming a Kemcolian one day.

My story is pretty straightforward. I haven't had any special circumstances, nor did I see any extraordinary difficulties in life, Alhamdulillah.

I always thought those who become Kemcolians are only good at studies because they wouldn't have time to do anything else. Well, KEMU made sure to prove me wrong. Among those amazing debaters, artists, and sportsmen, I felt an exhausting and overwhelming feeling of being talentless. I wondered if I even belonged here. But this place never leaves anyone astray. I found my virtue. I became the helpful friend.

From being the OSCE guy to "HSB substage pass krwa dy" to "Jo past papers solve kiye hein wo send krdy," I have always loved being the guy many could rely upon for last-minute preparations.

Oh, what a place it has been. From being the most extroverted person in existence to spending weeks without speaking a word, KEMU has seen it all. It has made me and broken me, humbled me—and rebuilt me.

Then came the great transition. The boy who was nearly expelled three times from KIPS Academy for being "too mischievous to handle" now became the person to arrange Dars-e-Quran in the university. I embraced my family's legacy to do good and to be part of something greater than myself. (At least, I tried.)

So yes, everything changed. KEMU is now part of my identity, and I take pride in it.
And as our Vice Chancellor, Prof.Dr. Mahmood Ayyaz said:
"Ap dunya mein kahin bhi chalay jayen, apka ek hissa KE mein reh jaye ga jo apko yahan wapis anay par majboor krega."

Here's to that day of crossing paths again, KEMU!

𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔.

Muhammad Hamza Saleem Baig
Roll no. 257
Class of 2025

20/12/2025

یہ کیا کہ اک جہاں کو کرو وقف اضطراب
یہ کیا کہ ایک دل کو شکیبا نہ کر سکو

اُسے بند کمروں کی زندگی سے بیر تھا۔ کھلی فضاؤں کا آدمی، آزادی پسند۔
اور وہ ایسا کیوں نہ ہوتا؟
آنکھ کھولی تو مشرق و مغرب کو قدرت کے نظاروں سے لبریز پایا۔ دریائے سندھ کے مغربی کنارے، کوہِ سلیمان کے دامن میں پنپتی زندگی اس کی روح میں سرایت تھی۔اپنے پدرِ شفیق کی انگلی تھامے دور دراز کے سفر کیے۔ کچی عمر کی چھوٹی آنکھوں نے بہت کچھ دیکھ لیا۔ ہمہ قسم کے لوگ اور اُن سے منسلک ہمہ قسم کے حالات ۔
ڈھلتے بچپن کے کسی ایک سال اُسے کتابوں کی بو راس آ گئی۔ شاعری، فکشن، وعظ و حکایات اور کتبِ نصابی۔ سب کی مہک سے اپنے دل و دماغ کو سینچا مگر کتبِ نصابی کا سحر غالب رہا۔ سحر ٹوٹا تو خود کو کنگ ایڈورڈ کے سفید گنبدوں کے سامنے کھڑا پایا۔
اُسے لاہور سے ایک ہمیشگی انس تھا۔ ایک غائبانہ مرید، جس کی ابتدائی Wish listمیں K.E تو نہ تھا مگر لاہور میں زندگی کے کچھ برس گزارنے کی خواہش موجزن تھی۔ لاہور- فیض و فراز و ناصر، بانو اور اشفاق کا لاہور۔ لاہور آیا تو اس شہر نے اپنی سب سے قیمتی چیز، یعنی اپنا وقت اُسے دیا۔ وہ وقت جو اس نے نیو ہاسٹل کی چھت پر بیٹھ کر کوئی غزل لکھتے، کبھی کسی پرانے یار کے ساتھ لاہور کی تمام سڑکیں ناپتے، شدید مون سون میں اندرون لاہور میں نت نئے پکوان تلاشتے تو کبھی گلبرگ کے کسی Roof Top پر چائے پیتے اور نوع انواع کی گفتگو کرتے گزارا۔
KE کے اس دور میں اس نے آدمیت کے خدوخال ٹٹولنا شروع کیے۔ Mayoہسپتال کے Peads Ward میں کسی CP Child کی بے کس ماں کی آنکھوں سے جھانکتی بے بسی، کلاس ایونٹ پر کسی امیرزادی کے مہنگے سوٹ سے ٹپکتا غرور، کلاس فیلو کے عشق میں جاں بلب عاشق کا اضطراب، بڑے عہدے پر فائز کسی چھوٹے شخص کی ’’خدائی‘‘، Viva سے پہلے سہمے بدن کا خوف، محبت کے دعووں میں لپٹا مفاد، کسی جونیئر کے لہجے کی شکرگزاری، کسی لاحاصل ساتھ کا ان کہا سوال، کسی کھرے یار کی اصلاحی ڈانٹ۔
اسے یوں لگا KE کے اس مختصر قطعۂ ارض نے اُسے انسانی زندگی کے بیشتر کردار دکھا دیے ۔ ظالم و مظلوم ، وفا شعار و بے وفا، جفاکش و کاہل، حساس و سنگ دل، ہمدرد و چالاک ، ہر کردار کا چھوٹے سے چھوٹا Action کسی دوسرے کردار پر کسی نہ کسی شکل میں consequence ضرور رکھتا تھا۔ ہر کردار کو دوسرے کردار کے لیے یا تو رنج یا پھر راحت کا سامان بنتے دیکھا۔
’’کیوں نہ راحت سازی کا رستہ ہی چنا جائے۔‘‘ اس نے سوچا۔
وہ جھنجلا اٹھا اور باغ جناح کی سرد خاموشی توڑتے ہوئے خود سے متکلم ہوا کہ اگر وہ ان دکھیارے کرداروں کے دل کو اپنے حصے کا کچھ وقت دے کر شکیبا نہ کر سکا، اپنے ہم جنسوں کے چھلنی جذبوں کو خیر کی حرارت سے مندمل نہ کر پایا، فیض کے رواں چشموں سے محبتوں کو ترسے دلوں کی آبیاری نہ کی تو خطاوار وہ خود ہو گا۔

محمد عکاشہ خان لغاری
رول نمبر ۲۷۸

20/12/2025

If someone had told Sharqa 10 years ago that she is going to be a doctor (InShaaAllah) she would have probably started a World War III with them and definitely blessed them with some golden words;⁠) Because MBBS was never my plan. But then life, nopes, my family happened and they gladly took on the dare of convincing me to pursue medicine. And since today I am writing this on Humans of KEMU, I guess y'all already know who won that battle.

Thus began this rocky path. But the overachiever in me refused to settle for anything less than KEMU, so I kept my eyes on the prize. Alhamdulillah I achieved it, and I vividly remember the pride in my mother's eyes during our oath taking ceremony.

‎Soon, however, reality hit and her little girl discovered that academics plus hostel life was the ultra-4K version of "Living on the Edge." This led to many moments where I would call my brother, crying, and that poor lad had to rush to Lahore for "emergencies" aka Me. ( Now I know that crying over exams is a universal medical student thing ;⁠-⁠) )
I truly believe that if Ghalib were alive and doing MBBS today, he would never write this about Love:
‎ "اک آگ کا دریا ہے اور ڈوب کے جانا ہے"
‎
All my first year, there was one question that lived rent-free in my head: "What if I fall?" But the crybaby in me never bothered to consider "What if I fly?" And somewhere along the way, KEMU turned this survival into my growth. This day as we approach our Final Destination, I mean our Final Proff;⁠), I can confidently say that I have learned how to fly. My past self should be grateful that I learned to stand up and keep going after falling face-first into this chaotic mess of becoming. Today, I can proudly say that I am a more driven, level-headed and poised version of myself, but the journey of growth is far from over.

In the words of Virginia Woolf: "With the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair," signing off...

Sharqa Basharat
Roll No. 153
KEMU, Class of 2025

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