Dr. Aazeen Khan

20/07/2025

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21-06-25 - One month of Nikkah 💍✨

Can’t believe it’s already been a month since I said Qabool hai — and his eyes filled with tears which rolled down like a waterfall. A moment etched in my heart forever.

He prayed for me in tahajjud, says he cried and asked Allah that he gets me as his wife, he waited for years with unmatched patience, and when the time finally came, gave me a Nikkah moment beyond everything I ever dreamed of. Every detail I had ever imagined — he made it real.

He’s my biggest green flag, my safest space, my calm.
He listens to every word I say and says he loves listening to me. Isn’t it cute?
He’s given me not just his heart, but his whole world.

Every single day feels surreal — like I’m walking in a dream. How did I get this lucky? Was this month even real, or was it just Jannah in disguise?

Alhamdulillah for this man, for this love, for this life 🤍

20/07/2025

Thank you for your existence YoYo!

Thank you CocoMelon, for all the arrangements and micromanaging my wedding to perfection! Thank you for taking care of everything, I love you like crazy, I love you like sunshine and water!

Xoxo’ 😘 🤗

17/11/2024

14/11/2024

There’s nothing better than finding persons at a mature age when you really know what you want from life.
Childhood friends? I’m fond of them.
Adulthood friends? Yes, I chose them.

🌹

02/10/2024

Nazar is real, y’all. I don’t know if it’s just me or if anyone else has had this experience, but lately, I’ve been feeling it more than ever. Let me explain…

On my birthday, last year, I was looking and feeling pretty amazing (if I say so myself). I woke up, wore the best dress, wear makeup and walked directly to my workplace, everyone would say only one thing, “you look so pretty today” I hadn’t even taken any pictures yet and while my colleagues had been arranging cake for me, I accidentally hit something, and boom—I ended up with scars on my face! My face was bleeding. To make things worse, I didn’t even have a picture without scars from that day, my lens fell out of my eye, one thing that was adding to my look and I was so excited about. It was like one minute, I was glowing, and the next, everything was falling apart. I still have a mark from it that needs plastic surgery scar revision.

Then, again, on November 18th 2023, I had a sudden fall that injured me badly. I made lots of jokes to everyone at home that I got a new line on my hand and it must have some significance in palmistry. But had it any good significance? It proved otherwise. It felt like one bad thing after another. It got me thinking—maybe it’s not just a coincidence. Maybe all the love and attention we get, especially when we share our happy moments on social media, can somehow attract negative energy. Not everyone is happy, seeing us happy.

I used to love sharing the good things in my life—my joy, my achievements, my little victories. But after these incidents, I’m starting to wonder if I should be more careful. Not everything needs to be out there for everyone to see. Sometimes, the more we share, the more we invite unwanted attention, and we never know what that can bring.

It’s not about being paranoid, but maybe it’s better to protect your energy and your moments a little more carefully.

Has anyone else had similar experiences? Would love to hear your thoughts! 💭

26/08/2024

Eating Disorder behind her diet and life choice which she claimed to be healthy.

14/08/2024

I didn’t know I’ll miss my country this much on today. I am remembering the days I’d write something addressing Pakistan in my diaries. As time has flown by, I’m writing it here.

Dear Homeland, it’s first Independence Day I’m away from you, but know that my love for you has only grown over the years. I am still that child who sings National Songs, has always National Anthem in her playlist and draws your flag in her journals and promises herself everyday that one day she will make you proudest of me.

Dear Pakistan, I am away to have a stronger career and be a better psychiatrist who gets all the expertise from outside to come back to you and serve you in the best way possible, and I promise you, one day we will live that dream. You and me! 💚
My heart is green and will only and always be it. 💚

01/06/2024

10 years apart wore this frock first time in 2014 and then 2024, First at First Year MBBS’s Welcome Dinner at KEMU (one of my most cherished memory) and second and last time on my brother’s wedding. You’d be surprised at knowing the girl I were in 2014 was the happiest I had ever been, never knew a single kind of heartbreak back then, just a bright student, 100% positive, coming straight out of her loving home who became roll no. 01 at not knowing how many times that one heart of mine will be broken and really to these many pieces. ——> 10 years and this woman has seen it all, best friends turning into enemies, others trying to push her down, people turning their back when she needed them the most. Anyways, she still smiles, and see how she carries herself so gracefully.
Lastly, I am able to recreate any part of my appearance except those haircuts and the way I carried them. God I miss my haircuts and I somehow know I will never be that age of my hair again. :)))
Here’s to sending the world the message of rewearing your clothes and be proud of it, in a world, where people waste loads on clothes and jewellery. I didn’t even go out to buy anything except that black nail paint and that was all I spent on my brother’s reception look. ❤️