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

30/07/2026

This is Dr. Muhammad Usman Ahmed, resident physician internal medicine from KEMU 2024/25. I don’t know if my story is extraordinary, but I know what it took to live it. My journey was built over years of discipline, sacrifice, and consistency. From King Edward Medical University to starting my Internal Medicine residency in Texas, this path was never about luck. It was about showing up every day, even when things were difficult and uncertain.

I started my USMLE journey during my third year of medical school. It was not easy to balance medical school, exams, clinical responsibilities, and the dream of building a future in the United States. But those years taught me something more valuable than anything, trust in your thoughts and plans.
People often ask if medicine is my passion. The truth is, my work was never only about passion, it was also necessity. I don’t believe motivation is what changes lives. Motivation comes and goes. I believe in planning, discipline, preparation, and consistency.

Today, I have the privilege of being called Dr. Ahmed, but the title itself is not what matters most. What matters is the responsibility that comes with it. Every patient who walks into the hospital is someone’s loved one, and I want to treat every person with the same care and respect I would want for my own family.
I believe that I will be the one of the best hospitalists in the field.
But for people who still don’t know me, you can find me by Usman in the east and Dr Ahmed in the West.

14/07/2026

"These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized."
~ The Shawshank Redemption

Competition. Conformity. Envy. Resentment. Spite. These are only some of the first things that come to mind when I think of my early days here.

There were times when I, like everyone, questioned whether I even belonged here. Medicine felt overwhelming, but even more than that, I struggled to understand the people. Everyone wore a smile, yet carried a quiet resentment so deeply engraved in their hearts that they would be sitting across you over a cup of chai in Piccadily, praying to see you fall. It took me 5 years to learn how easily admiration, friendship, and kindness can coexist with crude jealousy and passionate hate. That was the hardest lesson KEMU taught me.

Parents… they are uncomplicated souls, driven by nothing but love. They don’t ask for recognition, they don’t seek anything in return. They’ll move mountains just to see you rise. I wouldn't be writing this here today without mine. My father, my biggest inspiration, built everything from nothing, and my mother poured every ounce of herself into making sure her children never stood behind anyone. Far too often I thought about walking away from medicine altogether and finding something—anything—that felt healthier than the environment around me. The only reason I never did was because my faith remained: the Almighty does not bring you this far without a reason.

A few things I am proud of here are the moments I was able to preserve for myself and for others. Most people know me as the class photographer, the guy behind the camera, the media nerd, and I'm honored of the work I’ve created here: intro videos, recap films, music videos, short films, and photographs that were recognized both within KEMU and beyond.

I've spent much of these five years trying to keep everyone around me happy, trying to hold people together and prevent conflicts before they began, because seeing those around me at peace always brought me a sense of happiness too. And while I am by no means perfect, I learnt a little too late that you cannot please or control everyone, and you shouldn't try to. What matters is staying true to your values, and finding contentment in the life you're building, not in the opinions of people who were never meant to define it.

But would I do it again? Absolutely, for the few who were real, who cared and who made the wreckage worth wading through.

Dr. Hamza Asim
Class of 2025

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

Five years ago, I entered King Edward as an excited first year student who thought success was measured by grades, achievements, and recognition. Looking back now, I realize university taught me something else, it taught me what kind of person I wanted to be.

Long before KEMU shaped me, my family did.

I grew up in a home unlike many others. I have eight sisters. My father, despite limited means, made a decision that changed our family’s future. He left our village so his daughters could receive the education they deserved. My mother carried our home through years when life was uncertain, and my eldest sister accepted responsibilities that no young person should have to carry. Watching their sacrifices taught me that love is rarely loud; it is shown through consistency, responsibility, and putting others before yourself.

Today, by the grace of Allah, my sisters are doctors, lecturers, lawyers, and professionals who have built lives that once seemed impossible. Whenever people speak about my achievements, I know they began with their sacrifices.

KEMU became the second place that shaped me.

Medicine taught me science, but the people here taught me perspective. I met classmates who challenged my thinking, seniors who guided me without expecting anything in return, and juniors who trusted me more than I deserved. Somewhere between lectures, ward rotations, exams, society meetings, late-night editing sessions, and endless cups of chai, I realized that the memories we keep are rarely from classrooms alone. They come from the people who walk beside us.

Serving as President of KAPS was one of the greatest privileges of my university life. I learned that leadership is not about being the person everyone listens to; it is about being the person everyone feels comfortable approaching. The best moments were never standing on a stage, they were watching people discover talents they didn’t know they had, celebrating their victories, and quietly helping when things became difficult.

If there is one lesson I will carry beyond these walls, it is that no one is truly self-made.

Every opportunity I received came because someone opened a door for me. Every achievement rests on the prayers of my parents, the sacrifices of my sisters, the guidance of my teachers, the trust of my friends, and, above all, the mercy of Allah. That realization leaves little room for arrogance and every reason for gratitude.

As we begin the next chapter of our lives, I hope we never become so ambitious that we forget the people who made our ambitions possible. May we remain available to our parents, loyal to our friends, kind to our colleagues, and compassionate to our patients. Titles will change, careers will grow, and success will come and go, but our character is what people will remember.

Signing Off,

Dr. 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

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