After all the chaos of today, I met a patient who said she’s “not good with accents.”
It shouldn’t bother me, but it did.
This is one of those tiny-but-heavy migrant moments.
📌November 14, 2025
@WhManual
It shouldn’t bother me, but it did.
This is one of those tiny-but-heavy migrant moments.
📌November 14, 2025
@WhManual
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Trying my best with a job I don’t enjoy
And my elderly patient (ex–scientific writer!) asks me:
“Isn’t your job boring?”
Thank you ma’am, very helpful 😂
P.S. Honestly, why do people say things like that?
📌November 14, 2025
@WhManual
And my elderly patient (ex–scientific writer!) asks me:
“Isn’t your job boring?”
Thank you ma’am, very helpful 😂
P.S. Honestly, why do people say things like that?
📌November 14, 2025
@WhManual
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Today is my arrival anniversary in Canada – November 15.
A year ago, I was more lost. Today, I feel more found.
Since arriving, I’ve:
-Made wonderful Iranian and non-Iranian friends.
-Got my Canadian driving licence.
-Gained confidence speaking English (it was hard to start conversations).
-Attended a few job interviews and got a job here.
-Got a volunteer position in a place I love.
-Learned so much about people from different backgrounds: for example, some people from Morocco speak Spanish and French, I’ve learned about Jewish traditions, I now understand different English accents, and I’ve discovered that many Black people wear wigs—it’s not their real hair. I also learned that some Canadians go hunting bears and deer!
-Tried ice skating (still a beginner 😅).
-Made meaningful connections and even found a mentor.
-Learned to live in the snow (coming from the south, that was an adventure!).
-Got my first house and paid rent for the first time in my life.
-Went paddle boarding and swam without being weighed down by wet clothes.
-Realized that how I present myself as an Iranian affects how people see all Iranians, so I’ve learned to be mindful of what I share.
My journey is far from over, and my “lost and found” runs deeper than this post, but I wanted to capture some of the beautiful moments and leave them here.
📌November 15, 2025
@WhManual
A year ago, I was more lost. Today, I feel more found.
Since arriving, I’ve:
-Made wonderful Iranian and non-Iranian friends.
-Got my Canadian driving licence.
-Gained confidence speaking English (it was hard to start conversations).
-Attended a few job interviews and got a job here.
-Got a volunteer position in a place I love.
-Learned so much about people from different backgrounds: for example, some people from Morocco speak Spanish and French, I’ve learned about Jewish traditions, I now understand different English accents, and I’ve discovered that many Black people wear wigs—it’s not their real hair. I also learned that some Canadians go hunting bears and deer!
-Tried ice skating (still a beginner 😅).
-Made meaningful connections and even found a mentor.
-Learned to live in the snow (coming from the south, that was an adventure!).
-Got my first house and paid rent for the first time in my life.
-Went paddle boarding and swam without being weighed down by wet clothes.
-Realized that how I present myself as an Iranian affects how people see all Iranians, so I’ve learned to be mindful of what I share.
My journey is far from over, and my “lost and found” runs deeper than this post, but I wanted to capture some of the beautiful moments and leave them here.
📌November 15, 2025
@WhManual
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نسخهی صوتی تازهترین شمارهی نشریه «مثبت۲۴» منتشر شد 🎙️
ما اینبار قصههامون رو نه فقط با کلمه، که با صدا روایت کردیم…
همراه ما باشید در سفری میان کلمات و صداها🪐
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نسخهی صوتی تازهترین شمارهی نشریه «مثبت۲۴» منتشر شد 🎙️
ما اینبار قصههامون رو نه فقط با کلمه، که با صدا روایت کردیم…
همراه ما باشید در سفری میان کلمات و صداها🪐
🗣 گویندگان :
حامد هاشمی، ریحانه دشتیانه
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Where Is The Manual?!
نشریه 4️⃣ 2⃣ ➕: نسخهی صوتی تازهترین شمارهی نشریه «مثبت۲۴» منتشر شد 🎙️ ما اینبار قصههامون رو نه فقط با کلمه، که با صدا روایت کردیم… همراه ما باشید در سفری میان کلمات و صداها🪐 🗣 گویندگان : حامد هاشمی، ریحانه دشتیانه 🖇 نسخه متنی نشریه ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ┏ …
اولین پروژه صوتی مشترک من و حامد😁🥰
با تمرینهای هسته خرمایی برای درست کردن تلفظ "ش" :)))))
جالب اینه من حالت عادی "ش" هام صوت نمیزنه، ولی واقعا برای گویندگی، همه "ش"هام بلبلی میشد😂
با تمرینهای هسته خرمایی برای درست کردن تلفظ "ش" :)))))
جالب اینه من حالت عادی "ش" هام صوت نمیزنه، ولی واقعا برای گویندگی، همه "ش"هام بلبلی میشد😂
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Reading This post reminded me how med school made me adaptable — to change, to stress, to fast-paced everything.
I’m not saying I enjoyed any of it but it did give me a skill I still use every day.
And it felt good to pause and actually give that skill the value it deserves.
📌November 16, 2025
@WhManual
I’m not saying I enjoyed any of it but it did give me a skill I still use every day.
And it felt good to pause and actually give that skill the value it deserves.
📌November 16, 2025
@WhManual
Linkedin
#doctorlife #imgjourney #medicaljourney #travelstory | Mohammad Moradi
✈️ You wake up in your own bed knowing that, for the next 36 hours, you won’t be able to lie down. You’ll have to walk, run, adapt, and face challenges you can’t predict. You have to be ready.
For us as doctors, that feeling is familiar. We’ve done it countless…
For us as doctors, that feeling is familiar. We’ve done it countless…
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We’re finally posting our first YouTube video this week!
It’s our tiny fun project and I can’t wait to share it with you ^____^
📌November 17, 2025
@WhManual
It’s our tiny fun project and I can’t wait to share it with you ^____^
📌November 17, 2025
@WhManual
Youtube
- YouTube
Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube.
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Bringing Them Better Quality Moments
Yesterday, I was again at RNCH — the House 💛
Each child there has a little personal file (non-medical): what they enjoy, who can meet them, allergies, and things we should be careful about. Some kids yesterday had a tendency toward seizures, so it was written clearly. It really helps us be mindful.
We made a small craft for one boy and decorated his wheelchair.
Then I walked with another kid — not the “normal walk” you imagine — just up and down the hallway with his wheeled walker.
His laughter and excitement were everything.
I learned something important: for non-verbal kids, sensory experiences are their language. Music, specific sounds, or reading a book can be magical for them. And we’re always allowed to try something new — because you never know what will bring joy.
Next time, I’m taking my Santoor to play Jingle Bells ^__^
📌November 24, 2025
@WhManual
Yesterday, I was again at RNCH — the House 💛
Each child there has a little personal file (non-medical): what they enjoy, who can meet them, allergies, and things we should be careful about. Some kids yesterday had a tendency toward seizures, so it was written clearly. It really helps us be mindful.
We made a small craft for one boy and decorated his wheelchair.
Then I walked with another kid — not the “normal walk” you imagine — just up and down the hallway with his wheeled walker.
His laughter and excitement were everything.
I learned something important: for non-verbal kids, sensory experiences are their language. Music, specific sounds, or reading a book can be magical for them. And we’re always allowed to try something new — because you never know what will bring joy.
Next time, I’m taking my Santoor to play Jingle Bells ^__^
📌November 24, 2025
@WhManual
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I used to rush through life so much.
I didn’t know how to walk slowly (and even now I catch myself speed-walking at work for no reason 😅).
I lived with anxiety—not the kind you feel every moment, but the kind that becomes the background of your life.
Only when I look back, I realize: I was living inside it.
These days, in this phase of my life, I’m practicing something new:
experiencing more, rushing less.
Practicing the idea that “it’s not too late for anything.”
Practicing what it feels like to live slowly.
It’s not easy to stay mindful every day.
But on the days I am, I feel like I’m actually living my own moment,
not just playing the “acceptable person for society.”
📌December 2, 2025
@WhManual
I didn’t know how to walk slowly (and even now I catch myself speed-walking at work for no reason 😅).
I lived with anxiety—not the kind you feel every moment, but the kind that becomes the background of your life.
Only when I look back, I realize: I was living inside it.
These days, in this phase of my life, I’m practicing something new:
experiencing more, rushing less.
Practicing the idea that “it’s not too late for anything.”
Practicing what it feels like to live slowly.
It’s not easy to stay mindful every day.
But on the days I am, I feel like I’m actually living my own moment,
not just playing the “acceptable person for society.”
📌December 2, 2025
@WhManual
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On my way back home,
the snow had covered every corner of the city.
I walked toward the bus station, pulling my scarf higher to hide my face from the cold.
This is my second year of not being a student—
after seven long, intense years of studying.
Maybe life will guide me back to school again, and honestly, I don’t complain.
I think I even look forward to it.
This time, my adult self has a clearer vision than the teenager I used to be.
Some days, I wish I had been granted the privilege to pause back then—
to step outside that constant, seven-year rush
and experience the world a little more slowly.
The bus arrived.
I pressed play on my audiobook, leaned my head against the window,
and let myself drift—just for a moment—into someone else’s story,
free from thinking about my own future.
📌December 8, 2025
@WhManual
the snow had covered every corner of the city.
I walked toward the bus station, pulling my scarf higher to hide my face from the cold.
This is my second year of not being a student—
after seven long, intense years of studying.
Maybe life will guide me back to school again, and honestly, I don’t complain.
I think I even look forward to it.
This time, my adult self has a clearer vision than the teenager I used to be.
Some days, I wish I had been granted the privilege to pause back then—
to step outside that constant, seven-year rush
and experience the world a little more slowly.
The bus arrived.
I pressed play on my audiobook, leaned my head against the window,
and let myself drift—just for a moment—into someone else’s story,
free from thinking about my own future.
📌December 8, 2025
@WhManual
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I hung up the call feeling full — joy, excitement, and so much appreciation.
It’s been six months of our weekly meetings.
We’ve never met in person,
but her support, her kindness, and her wise words have been with me every single week.
She is truly one of the most inspiring women I’ve ever known —
kind, supportive, and unbelievably perseverant in following her dreams.
She taught me something important:
it’s never too late to change your mind about your life.
You can be a GYN physician who loved delivering babies,
move to Canada in your 40s with your kids and husband,
go through everything that migration throws at you,
go back to university, start a new job you thought you would love but actually didn’t,
and still decide to try again —
to return to medicine, to start over, to keep going.
And it’s completely fine
Today our formal mentorship ended,
but our friendship is just beginning.
I’m grateful to add another strong, inspiring woman to my life.
P.S. Our call ended with the best news:
she got an interview for a Family Medicine position!
I’m so excited for her — she truly deserves to be a doctor again.
📌December 11, 2025
@WhManual
It’s been six months of our weekly meetings.
We’ve never met in person,
but her support, her kindness, and her wise words have been with me every single week.
She is truly one of the most inspiring women I’ve ever known —
kind, supportive, and unbelievably perseverant in following her dreams.
She taught me something important:
it’s never too late to change your mind about your life.
You can be a GYN physician who loved delivering babies,
move to Canada in your 40s with your kids and husband,
go through everything that migration throws at you,
go back to university, start a new job you thought you would love but actually didn’t,
and still decide to try again —
to return to medicine, to start over, to keep going.
And it’s completely fine
Today our formal mentorship ended,
but our friendship is just beginning.
I’m grateful to add another strong, inspiring woman to my life.
P.S. Our call ended with the best news:
she got an interview for a Family Medicine position!
I’m so excited for her — she truly deserves to be a doctor again.
📌December 11, 2025
@WhManual
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It’s sunny today. It’s been a long time since the last bright day, yet the city remains quiet. Few cars pass by; silence lingers in the air.
She’s working on her crochet project—crocheting always makes her feel relaxed. This time, she’s chosen warm, cozy colors to make a cardigan for spring. But spring is no longer far ahead: the new year has arrived, 2026 has begun, and spring will be here soon.
She remembers last year clearly, as vividly as a rose blooming in the snow. It was a year that began with anxiety and sadness—a year of loss and difficult beginnings. Life has never been easy, not for her, not for anyone.
Still, she has always loved adventure and new experiences. That love became her fuel, helping her move through anxiety, live with uncertainty, and still find reasons to smile. She began to explore the world again—talking to new people, learning new skills—and to recognize the quiet strength of her mind and the capabilities she had been blind to.
Just then, the oven’s loud alarm cuts through her thoughts—her cake is ready. She’s discovered that cooking brings comfort in winter, something new she found after moving here. Back in the dorm where she lived before renting this apartment, there was no pleasant kitchen or space for that kind of joy. But now she has a recipe for her favorite cake—one she loves to bake for the people she cares about.
📌January 1, 2026
@WhManual
She’s working on her crochet project—crocheting always makes her feel relaxed. This time, she’s chosen warm, cozy colors to make a cardigan for spring. But spring is no longer far ahead: the new year has arrived, 2026 has begun, and spring will be here soon.
She remembers last year clearly, as vividly as a rose blooming in the snow. It was a year that began with anxiety and sadness—a year of loss and difficult beginnings. Life has never been easy, not for her, not for anyone.
Still, she has always loved adventure and new experiences. That love became her fuel, helping her move through anxiety, live with uncertainty, and still find reasons to smile. She began to explore the world again—talking to new people, learning new skills—and to recognize the quiet strength of her mind and the capabilities she had been blind to.
Just then, the oven’s loud alarm cuts through her thoughts—her cake is ready. She’s discovered that cooking brings comfort in winter, something new she found after moving here. Back in the dorm where she lived before renting this apartment, there was no pleasant kitchen or space for that kind of joy. But now she has a recipe for her favorite cake—one she loves to bake for the people she cares about.
📌January 1, 2026
@WhManual
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Silence.
My whole world suddenly went quiet.
Yet behind the walls, a loud roar keeps echoing, trying to find a way through.
📌January 13, 2025
@WhManual
My whole world suddenly went quiet.
Yet behind the walls, a loud roar keeps echoing, trying to find a way through.
📌January 13, 2025
@WhManual
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After ten days of living in silence,
days filled with news of massacre,
I heard my family’s voices again
for a few short minutes.
days filled with news of massacre,
I heard my family’s voices again
for a few short minutes.
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