Dear Students and Staff, The beginning of this editorial is devoted to all of those in the medical profession and especially the representatives of this profession who offer their services (on a contractual basis) at EMU Health Center. The Hippocrates Oath, is one of the earliest codes of ethics and based firmly on the qualities of human dignity, religious responsibility, ethical conduct and upholding the sacredness of the medical profession. It is an oath that every physician should ceremoniously recite before starting their medical profession. At its heart, lies the doctor’s sense of responsibility to his/her patient no matter who they are, where they come from or their economic status. Whether you are serving people at a hospital, your own private clinic or the EMU Health Center, remem-
ber that the Hippocratic Oath begins with a solemn pledge to Apollo and the other gods to serve mankind to the best of your ability and with professional dignity. It ends with “While I continue to keep this Oath unviolated, may it be granted to me to enjoy life and the practice of the art, respected by all men, in all times. BUT SHOULD I TRESPASS AND VIOLATE THIS OATH, MAY THE REVERSE BE MY LOT!” Now on a much lighter note, I would like to share with readers my Love Affair with Paulo Coelho… I try to remember when he came into my life. It was a grizzly London afternoon, with gray skies and rain.As I sat on my brother’s brown leather couch, staring at the HSBC building dominating the Canary Wharf skyline, I remembered my brother and Yelda raving on about a Brazilian author a few nights ago at dinner. I quickly got up and headed for the bookcase in my brother’s room.
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There he was, a row of books bound in warm inviting colours. I read through the titles but nothing seemed to grab my attention. In fact my mind was on the hours of shopping I was missing out on because of the rain. You might be saying “ Since when does rain stop a person from going shopping?” Well if you have hair like mine (which shrivels up to a quarter of its length in the rain) and a cat’s aversion to water, it would. The flat was clean, tonight’s dinner had been prepared and there was nothing else to do. So I made myself a strong cup of tea, grabbed all the novels and spread them out on the coffeetable. Most of the blurbs stated “ from the author who has touched the hearts of millions of people…worldwide….”. Oh yeah ! How many times have I bought a book based on “fab reviews” on the blurb, only to find that it was a total literary disaster.......... n
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Children of the Revolution EMU 1999-2006
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came to North Cyprus in 1999.Today it’s 2006. No- I am not one of those amazingly durable students who are in their tenth year in Cyprus and only their second semester at uni. I came to North Cyprus in 1999; that exciting year leading up to the new millennium. It didn’t turn out to be as
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seen them. Not surprisingly, the foreign boys were another story; they had the privilege of having travelled long before us and some had even established families and homes before our arrival. Still, they could be pointed out from passing cars and counted on fingers.
exciting as I was expecting. The reason for this is not the much lamented lack of entertainment in North Cyprus, but, the fact that the promised millennium revolution never materialized, neither here nor anywhere else in the world. And so, we headed back to class the next day in
yesterday’s clothes, taking up the textbook from where we left off the century before. In those days, along with my sister and a handful of other foreign students, we were some of the first ‘brown’ foreign girls to come to EMU, or at least, so it seemed. Sure, there where rumours of others, but we hadn’t
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