Peace amidst the doors and beds in the wards of Hospital
Oct 1, 2025
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I am a final year medical student at Kathmandu University School of Medical Sciences from Nepal.
As a medical student studying in her final year miles away from family, I have seen , learnt and felt peace quite differently than others. Peace, to me, is not anything vast or different but the presence of calm in the middle of my continuous hospital postings. My days begin with rushing corridors, heavy books, and the quiet pressure of responsibility . Emotionally for me , peace is the ability to whisper to myself a pinch of self confidence, when self doubt creeps in, ability to enjoy writing poems whenever I get time off my case studies and exam sessions while Practically, I see peace in balance—finishing one more chapter before sleeping, sharing a warm meal with my family via video calls from my room which is miles apart or closing my eyes for a short rest between shifts.
I experience peace in small, fleeting moments: the grateful smile of a patient and their look of love and gratitude , the supportive glance of my teachers and the precious silence of an early morning with my notes and pen before the world wakes up. For my family, I dream of a peace that is stable and secure—a home free from financial worry that arised due to me persuing medical degree and life filled with laughter instead of fear. I want peace that allows us not only to survive but to live fully, without anxiety clouding our days.
Recently, walking to my room from the hospital, I saw children playing barefoot on the street, their laughter echoing against the backdrop of mothers worrying about the next day’s meal for their family. I often hear the frustration of neighbors discussing rising prices of groceries and the hopelessness that often silences dreams. I felt powerless to do anything rather than just worrying for my syllabus and exams . In my community, peace is challenged not only by external conflicts but by the quieter wars of poverty, inequality, and limited opportunities.
I remember a night during my clinical rotation when a young patient’s life slipped away despite best efforts of our senior doctors. His loved ones’ cries filled the ward, and I felt powerless, small, and broken but I had to resist my tears and emotion within my eyes and heart .That night, I understood peace differently—not as something distant or grand, but as the strength to keep showing up for others despite how heartbroken we are. True peace is not only healing wounds of the body, but also easing the unseen wounds of despair and injustice.
In my community, women bear the quietest but heaviest burdens. Mothers sacrifice their own health to educate their children. Girls are often silenced from pursuing dreams because of tradition or insecurity. And whenever we are allowed to persuade our dream , some typical people see it as a threat to mankind . I have seen women in hospitals in form of nurse , doctor , pharmacist , staff or receptionist comforting strangers as if they were their own, showing me that peace begins with compassion and kindness and have also seen them in home dying all the chores by themselves and moving ahead in life with resilience and confidence .
If I could speak to global leaders, I would tell leaders that peace cannot be signed into existence by policies , papers and agreements alone—it must be nurtured in homes, hospitals, and schools.The world does not need more weapons and bombs ; it needs more trust, equity , care and kindness .What we need is investment in education, opportunities for women and youth, and systems that heal instead of divide on basis of any subdivisions.
In a nutshell, peace to me is a candle , the light that brightens the darkest corners, a flame that shows those in pain the silver lining behind heavy clouds and a small but steady fire that continues to burn, even in the fiercest storm. As a medical student, I hope to carry that flame—through the doors and wards of hospitals, through the lives of my patients and their families, and through my own struggles and hopes to my own families and loved ones . If each of us decide to carry even a single flame, then perhaps the world will never fall into complete darkness and that’s how I see the peace
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