About

Assalamualaikum and hi to all. Just a little bit about myself since WordPress keeps reminding me to ‘update your About page’.

I was born in Kelantan, yes folks, I am a Kelantanese. Pure Kelantanese in fact. A lot of people nowadays are ashamed to claim that they are Kelantanese, but apparently I’m not one of them. Born in HUSM Kubang Kerian on the 3rd of August 1985, to two very proud parents (well I hope so!). The eldest of two siblings, the other a sister who has decided to embark on a journey similar to her big bro; medicine. She just doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into is she? Good luck!

Lived everywhere, most notably Butterworth, Pasir Mas, Ampang, Reading UK, Kuala Kangsar, and now in rainy Manchester. Spent a bit of my primary school years in Redlands Primary School, Reading and all of my secondary school years in Malay College Kuala Kangsar. I am forever indebted to the great teachers who have taught me particularly in MCKK and colleagues who have made me understood the meaning of brotherhood, kindness, loyalty, hard work, and integrity. My days in MARA College Banting for my International Baccalaureate (IB) were also the best days of my life. It definitely afforded me a different outlook on life and a chance to meet outstanding individuals whom I have learnt a lot from.

Now I am in medical school, a place where so many aspire to be but few actually understand the trials and tribulations to get here and stay in. I have certainly grown throughout medical school (at least physically) and know more about myself. Just like a colleague once said to me, “medical school hardens you”. I guess she was right. Almost coming to the end of what I can only describe as an exhilarating beginning to my life. Never in short supply of twists and turns, ups and downs.

I aspire to be a surgeon one day, God willing. And give back to the society what they have tirelessly given me.

Regards,

Zaid Iskandar.

Manchester, UK.

“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”