Halloween this morning

On our way to school this morning.

My son: Gasp! Mama!




I just saw..

a big tall man!

his face was eerie green!




Yes sweetie,

You’ll see strange things today

Today is Halloween




And there’s a girl!

with purple eyes!

a purple mouth!

and long black cape!




and there’s a gargoyle!

with it’s horns!

scary stuff in town

There’s no escape




From the grade-one-ers

to the high-schoolers

to the principal

of the school




Who was dressed

as the frosty snow queen

her lips blue

and gaze so cool




And they’re all

just getting started

it’s not yet

8 a.m!




What will happen

I wonder

when night falls?

when they all break loose?



I need more coffee..



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Ghosting Smoke


I recently read a blog entry on “ghosting”, a phenomenon I didn’t know about.. I think it’s  when a person deliberately disappears from your life. Painful.  I imagined the writer’s feelings..and came up with this.

ghosting loves..

disappearing acts..

gone in a whiff of smoke..



I hold back tears

that clog my throat

feel like I’m going to choke





a broken heart?

My love life is a joke




But hope..

it springs eternal

next love, a luck of stroke







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Diamond Sun Heart

To all the people who tell me of their broken hearts,

be it broken by your partner, parent, child, friend..

Your heart is stronger than to ever truly be broken.

I give you this poem.

Give it to yourself.



I thought

I was broken forever

My heart lost and ruined and gone

But that was before knowing

My heart’s strength,

and then it dawned

My heart was not of glass or stone

But something ever more strong

A brilliant blinding diamond that

Shines more when cut or wronged

As sweet as your breath

As dark as your spell

As seductive the threads you’ve spun

Have you ever heard

Of a blow of breath

To put out the light of the sun?

Don’t Ban my Sanctuary

So Many Hats (or Veils)


There is a lot of talk about banning mosques and surveying Muslims in North America. Please, Don’t ban my sanctuary.


Do you know what a sanctuary is?

It’s a door that squeaks

And stairs that creak

Under the weight of your feet



Bare walls

A curtain torn

Mismatched carpets

Threadbare and worn



An open window

That lets in the breeze

And bird song

But keeps out the world’s cruelty

A mattress in the corner

And running water



A place named after a woman

Aisha..meaning: a woman alive

A place for women only

To shed their layers

…and their tears



This is my mosque

Where I wandered one day

Because I needed walls to cover my  raw open wounds

Where I doubled over on the ground;

The mattress was too high

Wondering if I’d ever breathe normally again

Where I fell asleep

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Last Snow


Today, I witnessed

My last first snow

My first now seems

so long ago

I was not prepared then

No hat, no gloves

Head tipped back

Heart warm with love

I’m not prepared now

To say goodbye

So this time

As it snows..



I cry

Wid Kattan

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Mama Bear


Please don’t do that

Please do not give that look to my son

Just because he bumped into you,

or dropped his spoon with a clatter,

or laughed too loud for your taste.

Why? how old were you when you were four?

What size were you? How loud were you?

What were you like before you learned to look down your snotty nose?

Didn’t you used to laugh before your mouth turned into that sour thin line?

Lighten up lady

He’s just a kid

And he’s got a fierce Mama Bear


Wid Kattan


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Who are “THEY”?


Please, someone tell me

Enlighten me

Please explain to me

Who are “THEY”?



And why do we all

Care so much


What they will say?



Do they sit

In mighty towers,

And write rules

Night and day?



Who selected them?

Who put them on

The committee, anyway?



Come here

Come close

A secret..

I’ll tell you who they are..



They’re me and you

Backstabbers too

This joke has gone too far



By following,

Their silly rules

You’ll never be the star



Just do your thing

Just find your way

And just be who you are


Wid Kattan

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Radical Authenticity

Dr.Captain Awesome-Pants


OK, all psychiatrists know that grandiosity is a defence mechanism to protect oneself from their fears. Well, I’m terrified of failing my licensing  exam, and I shamelessly admit that I am choosing GRANDIOSITY as a defence to get me through. Friends, I need all the support I can get here, so please like if you think I can pass this test!

L, thank you for telling me to tell myself to be Doctor Captain Awsome-Pants!

I love it. your pep talk today, inspired this poem.

This poem recounts medical algorithms and rules In The Style Of poetry

You know what’s coming up?

My practical exam

In all of med and surgery

It’s really time to cram




It’s not an easy one, this one

But I think I stand a chance

If I tell myself that I will be

Doctor Captain Awesome-Pants




It’s been long since I really did

Full head to toe exams

But I’m going to do my best that day

So here it is, my plan:




I won’t say: please call Trauma!

Right now! fast as can be!

Cuz who’s the trauma team, Wid?

Oh shoot! I guess it’s me




What types of bleeding are there?

I won’t forget, I won’t!

There’s bleeding you can see

And bleeding that you don’t




What shocks kill trauma patients?

Those that bleed or will obstruct

Compress, reduce, or tournequet

Chest tubes, X-rays conduct



Glasgow, Apgars, ABCs

I’ve got them to the letter

If you are bleeding on the ground

Think I can make it better




Looks like appendicitis

If I have a tiny doubt

I’ll call Gen Surg, my brave old friends

And they will take it out




Wid, please remember, say your name

And smile and wash your hands

Explain what you are thinking

On patients’ right must stand




In every case, do vitals

Inspect, palpate, percuss

And auscultate, and be polite

And get the patients’ trust




Whatever case scenario

Play cool for goodness sake

As Captain Doctor Awesome-Pants

This quiz? A piece of cake



In The Style Of

Breast Cancer


My friend Nour Albar battled breast cancer and passed away in 2015. There are so many people who have more right to miss her than I do, but I think there is enough empty space left by her passing for us all to share.


You and I

We are sisters


Walking parallel paths

That sometimes magically cross

Both top of the class

Both chose psychiatry

Both accepted at McGill

Both had a “Mariam”



Our recognition was instant

I have no doubt we were kindred spirits

In another life

Yet you were always better than me

Ahead of me

Proud of you,

I tried to catch up

Follow in your footsteps

Make you proud too

But I never thought

You’d pick up speed so fast

So soon

All the way to the finish line

And to heaven



We’ve met in two cities

In two lives

I hope to see you in the next

So we can finally

Just sit together

And talk

Like soulmates

Like sisters

Hoping to join you when my time’s up too.



Visit Noor’s blogs and pray for her:

ِArabic:  http://drnooralbar.blogspot.ca/2014/01/blog-post.html

English: http://drnooralbar-english.blogspot.ca



الله يرحمك يا نور ويرفع درجتك في عليين و يجمعنا في الغرفات آمنين