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[saimasyedmd]

Dr. Saima Syed: Revolutionizing Mental Health Care in Primary Settings

Empowering Communities: A Closer Look at Dr. Saima Syed's Approach to Mental Health

In today's fast-paced world, mental health issues have become increasingly prevalent, affecting individuals across all age groups and backgrounds. Despite this growing need, accessing quality mental health care remains a significant challenge for many. Recognizing this gap, Dr. Saima Syed, a visionary in the field of mental health, has been at the forefront of revolutionizing care delivery, particularly within primary care settings.

Dr. Syed's approach emphasizes the integration of mental health services into primary care, recognizing the vital role that primary care physicians play in identifying and addressing mental health concerns early on. By embedding mental health screenings and interventions into routine primary care visits, Dr. Syed aims to destigmatize mental health discussions and ensure timely access to support for those in need.

One key aspect of Dr. Syed's approach is the emphasis on community engagement and education. By partnering with local organizations and community leaders, she works to raise awareness about mental health issues, reduce misconceptions, and promote help-seeking behaviors. Through workshops, seminars, and outreach programs, Dr. Syed empowers individuals to take control of their mental well-being and seek support when necessary.

Furthermore, Dr. Syed recognizes the importance of culturally competent care, especially in diverse communities. By incorporating cultural sensitivity training into primary care practices, she ensures that patients from all backgrounds receive personalized, respectful, and effective care that acknowledges their unique experiences and beliefs.

In conclusion, Dr. Saima Syed's innovative approach to mental health care in primary settings is transforming the way we address mental health challenges. By prioritizing early intervention, community engagement, and cultural competence, Dr. Syed is paving the way for a more inclusive and accessible mental health care system.

[swallowedabug]

WE ARE LADY PARTS 2.06

[takhayyul]

rewatching dolly ki ayegi baraat in the hopes that it will fix me and it is actually fixing me

[kevin-keller-artistic-director]

@gilfblossom

Raise your hand if you too possess an intense, almost religious faggotry

[purplesimmer455]

Meanwhile in San Myshuno's Art District:

Megan and Emily head to the city to visit Megan’s girlfriend Iseul. They go to the Casbah gallery together, and Emily tries to ignore the sappy moon eyed looks and hand holding her mom and Iseul are doing, so she texts her ma Tess, who's in Henford on Bagley with her girlfriend Tammy. Tess texts back that she's fine and having a good time before checking in on Emily and asking if she's okay, which Emily assures she is. Emily puts her phone away after her ma says that she and Tammy are heading to great auntie Maya and Katie's house, and focuses on a tapestry in front of her as her mom cuddles close to Iseul on her left.

Iseul and Megan gaze at a painting inspired by Mehndi (Henna) art. "It's gorgeous, it reminds me of when I had my Mehndi done for my wedding to, um," Megan pauses and bites her lip. "It's okay, Megs, you can talk about Amira, I won't get jealous. You guys were married for so long and had Saf and Amir together, so it makes sense that you'd have good memories." Iseul says, taking Megan’s hand and squeezing it. "Thanks Is. But yeah, the design Kajol painted on me for the wedding was stunning. For every event after I'd have her do my mehndi if she was free, or I'd ask Amira’s Saima auntie." She concludes.

Iseul grins. "Kajol is amazing with a mehndi cone, remember the designs she'd do on me, you, and Zar?" She says, and Megan nods, her eyes lighting up. She recalls a memory of sitting in Kajol's dorm room with freshly painted hands as Kajol went to work on Iseul’s left arm and hand. She hasn't noticed how much she was gazing at Iseul until her friend/Kajol's girlfriend Zara had nudged her. "Megs, you're looking at Iseul like she created sunsets and rainbows and chocolate," She teased, and Megan nudged her back, blushing at being caught. "Yeah, right. You know Iseul and I are just friends who woohoo sometimes." Megan said lightly, but her gaze kept going back to Iseul, and she smiled at Iseul marveled at the design and gave Kajol that goofy happy grin that Megan loved so much.

Megan snaps back to the present as Iseul looks at her with a raised brow and grin. "I got lost in memory lane." She explains with a sheepish smile, and Iseul nods. "Its okay," she admits. "I was thinking of the day Kajol did our mehndi and Zara called me out for moon eyeing you. She and Kajol knew before I did that I loved you more than just as a friend," Megan adds, a rueful note in her voice. "Yeah." Iseul adds softly. "I think a part of me will always regret that I didn't tell you how I felt before it was too late and you married Amira. But Megs, I'm so happy we got another chance to be together now." She says firmly, taking Megan’s hand and threading their fingers together. "Me too," Megan says. She's wearing platform sandals so she's almost the same height as Iseul and is able to give her a quick kiss before Emily can notice and grumble.

[theunpaidtherapistsclub]

Trauma Bonding

In a cozy sunlit corner of the Halo Cafe, Parvana, Saima and Joanne were on a video call with their friends from the other dimension, chatting as they enjoyed their snacks and tea. To their disappointment, Vega, Sofia and Ricardo weren't here. Nasmira had said that they were busy, so she got some extra snacks for them.

No one knew how they came to this topic, but Saima tilted her head and said, “You know, I noticed something we all seem to have in common. If we have something nice, something not-so-nice comes with it! Like me, I may have a gaggle of ghostly friends, and living ones, but our dorm is horrendous.”

Parvana laughed dryly. “ Funny, it’s the opposite setup for me. I live in a nice house but with some really rowdy roommates. And that’s putting it nicely.”

Saima pointedly said , “A bit too nicely considering you ACTUALLY DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE, but glad we’re on the same page.”

Joanne nodded as well, “My situation’s the same as Parvana. At least I have a couple of sane dormmates, at least by Saligian standards.” Seeing the looks on her friends’ faces, she added, “Though I suppose that’s not saying much. I didn’t die, at least. Yet.”

Nasmira raised an eyebrow. “Right?? And we all face near death situations more times than is normal, even in the nicest places. And sometimes we even get to have a chat with an eldritch horror or evil cult member every once in a while.”

Tasnim shuddered. “Or been cursed!” She turned to Nasmira and said, “I still haven’t thanked your friends enough for helping to cure mine, Apu. I thought I was a goner for sure!”

“Even Sirius helped in his own weird way,” Nasmira said as her shoulders slumped with relief. “We’ve all earned frequent flyer miles in the afterlife, and yet here we are, trading trauma stories like Pokemon”

“I mean, I’ve heard of following in the elders’ footsteps,” said Tasnim, “but mine were more like falling into their trapdoor!”

They all laughed. Then Marianne spoke, wiping the jam off her fingers.

“And let’s not forget that even if none of these apply to you, you’re still eligible to be a political pawn. Your entire world is toast if you make the wrong choice.”

Joanne groaned. “Tell me about it! Even worse when the world quite LITERALLY hinges on your existence”

“Ah yes,” Saima sighed, lifting her teacup, “casual divine responsibility. Just another Tuesday.”

“I’m starting to think,” Parvana mused, “The Unpaid Therapists Club sounds like a misnomer... We’re the Supernatural Nonsense Survivor Support Group. Has a nice ring to it, right?”

Tasnim nodded solemnly. “We’d need an entire department just for crisis mediation.”

“And a snack fund,” added Joanne.

Marianne raised her teacup with a smile. “Only if it includes tea strong enough to erase the memory of our last five boss fights.”

And so the friends laughed as they shared not only snacks, but also supportive company with each other despite the madness. Because sometimes, the best way to face the supernatural…is with snacks, sarcasm, and friends who really get it.

[vague-humanoid]

[helreginn]

seekesotsibteadmist:

Saima was starting to feel like they really should at least mention this just so there is some clarity. Because as much as they are glad to make Hel feel more comfortable, it probably shouldn't come at the cost at making them feel .. ill at-ease either. "Yeah, I get what you mean. I will have to admit that you like saying that I'm big multiple times in a few moments did make me feel.. not great. Like I'm glad that you can feel just like yourself with me and I won't change that to make sure you're still comfortable. But that makes me feel super discomfited when you comment on the difference so much with me. " @seekesotsibteadmist

"Oh." Hel made a small sound in the back of her throat. Akin to a whining puppy. Her expression was so apologetic and she was quick to replace her hand on their arm, "I am so sorry. I did not mean... You are a very good size. Perfectly average. It's just that.. to me everyone is bigger and I only meant that I am glad I feel normal."

"I cannot apologise enough. I did not mean anything bad. You are lovely. Perfect as you are. I really truly am sorry, Saim. You are not big. I am just small. "

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Closed w/ @seekesotsibteadmist

Nadia had heard tell of Saima and the stories they told, praises of them having been sung far and wide across the nations. Some of her sisters had heard their tales when they stopped by her home nation of Prakra and told Nadia just how captivating of a person they were and she absolutely needed to see for herself, sending for them and inviting them to stay as her personal guest in the palace of the city-state of Vesuvia. Her sisters had told her not only were they skilled at storytelling but also quite gifted in more intimate venues and that interested her greatly.

As they arrived at the palace, Nadia stepped out to greet them, dressed to the nines in a long white gown and adorned with various precious gems or metals be they pearls, Jade, or just gold. She was meaning to make an impeccable first impression as the countess of Vesuvia on them, smiling gently as the carriage door opened. “Saima, very punctual arrival, I must say I’m impressed. I’m pleased to meet you, my sisters have told me nothing but amazing things about you and your time with them.”

[realmythsmoved]

@seekesotsibteadmist continued from here Saima casually raised an eyebrow at Farryn's suggestion. But it only takes a few moments before they give a small nod. "You know what? It's been a while since I have gone out on the town.. for real. It might be fun to go out and be out all night for once." A part of them genuinely missed it and this was as good an excuse as any to indulge. "I'm up for it. What kind of places do you have in mind?"

"Nice!" Farryn says with a smile. "That's why you need it. Everyone needs to indulge every once in a while." At least from their perspective, it's something that people would enjo9y. Of course, everyone has different tastes. So perhaps some people wouldn't like it. But Farryn themself does enjoy it. And luckily, Saima feels the same. "I was thinking maybe some clubs so we could dance. If you're up for that." Farryn loves to dance. Though they aren't sure if they're any good at it, they enjoy it nevertheless.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Hidden truth; forbidden lies||

~~Reserved Blank period/Naruto au with @kaito-akimoto ~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS!?" One of the ninja speaks but sees that Hiroshi was looking down quiet while he was unsure why.

"I'm telling the truth here! I don't know what happened to her. I was just talking to her that night and she-"

"And you didn't follow or report her missing at all?! You baka! You should have contacted me or the hokage when it happened or after a few days!!" he winces hearing the anger in their sensei's voice. However, she was worried. Eiji said nothing but he was worried.

"For the last time, what happened? Do you remember?" another ninja asked. However, he was trying to remember.

"I...."

~~~~~~~~

"For the last time Panda how come you won't date me! Your just being dumb." Hanoka looks to Hiroshi with arms crossed now annoyed but he was her teammate but he still was hardheaded.

"Listen Hiroshi, I told you once and I'll say it again. I'm not going to dump Kaito because your telling me to. You don't get it." she sighed but he only looks to her.

"But I'm better than him! I'm cooler and I'm better with the ladies. If you just listen to me I can be a better boyfriend for you!" he said but she glares.

"I am not doing it! I love Kaito and your not forcing me to change my mind. So just stop it already!" she said angry but turns to walk off. "And stop calling me panda!" she said now walking home.

"Panda wait! Ughhhhh women!" he said but grumbles to go home. However, three men was watching the Saima heading home but one glares at her. However, Hiroshi sighed not knowing what she saw him Kaito but he was determined to win her heart.

'I will win your heart Hanoka. I know it! I don't know what you see in him but..I wish you were not so stubborn about it.' he thought not knowing she was being kidnapped that same night.

~~~~~~~~~

"I swear I don't know! I don't remember! All I know is I thought she was heading home honestly! I had no idea she would be......she.."

"Hiroshi, Hanoka Saima was kidnapped you idiot! I know we are in the blank period but I don't need ninjas missing. And she's been gone for weeks now! No one knows where she is! NO ONE!" the ninja said but sighed. "And thanks to you, I have to inform the ANBU about this-"

"NO!!"

"No!? What do you mean no!?"

"You don't understand, if you tell them especially Kaito I'll get my ass kicked or worse killed! Kaito dosen't know about this and he will kill me if he thinks I was the one that let her get kidnapped!" he said.

".....I have no choice Hiroshi. I already asked him and the others to show to help find her. They don't know the mission yet but they have to know.." the hokage said but he sees him scared with Eiji not saying a word. He did mess up but he should have said something. Followed by him holding something in his pocket. Yeah, he was dead.

[realmyths]

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@burninq/ @manuscr1pt,/ @settinqsuns - What can I say? This mun puts so much effort into their muses and I love it. Keep up the good work! <3 Go follow everyone! <3

@seekesotsibteadmist - Saima is an amazing muse and I love them so much. I look forward to many more threads together. They're also a super interesting concept for a muse, imo. I just love their whole story and aura and just everything. Go follow rn or you're missing out.

@starrycrown - Thinya is wonderful. If you're not following already and you're in the Bridgerton fandom (or heck, even if you're not), go follow rn. This mun puts such an effort into Thinya and it shows. <3 I am so glad we have a thread going and look forward to many more in the future. <3

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup trade for @ithseem

Congratulations! You have a match with..

Kalim Al-Asim !

★From the very first meeting, Kalim would be captivated by Saima’s energy and warmth. Her cheerful and upbeat demeanor would draw him in immediately, and her ability to maintain her positivity even through challenges would inspire him deeply. Kalim has an innate talent for finding joy in life’s smallest moments, and he would see that same light in Saima. It wouldn’t take long for him to become her biggest supporter, always ready with a bright smile and words of encouragement to lift her spirits.

★One of the most striking things about Saima is how deeply she values her family and friends, and this is a quality Kalim would adore about her. His love for his own family is boundless, and he would instantly connect with her protective, loyal nature. The way Saima speaks about her older sister and the importance of her loved ones would resonate with Kalim, who would eagerly listen to her stories and share his own in return.

★Saima’s quirks would only endear her to Kalim more. Her animated hand gestures would bring a delighted smile to his face every time she spoke, and her habit of throwing out puns or bizarre facts as petty revenge would absolutely charm him. Rather than finding it odd, Kalim would join in enthusiastically, likely offering his own playful contributions. He’d be endlessly amused by her creativity and sense of humor, and he would make sure she knows just how much he loves these unique aspects of her personality.

★Saima’s perfectionist tendencies and occasional scatterbrained moments would never bother Kalim. If anything, they’d make her even more lovable in his eyes. Kalim is the type to embrace imperfections with open arms, always quick to reassure her with his signature optimism. “Who cares if the eggs are a little burnt? That just means they’ve got extra flavor!” he’d say, laughing as he eagerly eats whatever she’s made. At the same time, he would admire her determination to improve herself and grow. Her efforts to become more organized and balanced would inspire him, even if he might be a little too chaotic to follow suit.

★Desserts would undoubtedly become a love language for them both. With Saima’s sweet tooth and Kalim’s love of treats, the two would find endless joy in sharing caramel pudding or sampling new confections. Kalim would often surprise Saima with her favorite desserts, simply because he loves to see her face light up with happiness. Food, for them, would become not just a shared interest but a way to express care and affection.

★Saima’s love of unabridged fairytales would fascinate Kalim. He’d be eager to listen to her talk about her favorite stories, asking questions and hanging on to every word. Kalim’s adventurous and romantic nature would inspire him to bring those stories to life for her in his own way,whether it’s through playful reenactments or spontaneous gestures that feel like they’re straight out of a tale themselves.

★Perhaps what makes Kalim such a perfect match for Saima is the way they’d balance one another. Saima’s steadiness and quiet thoughtfulness would ground Kalim, while his boundless enthusiasm and carefree nature would help her let go of the need to always be perfect. Kalim would encourage her to embrace her quirks and imperfections, while Saima would gently guide him when his exuberance starts to spill over. Together, they’d bring out the best in each other, creating a partnership that feels both joyful and deeply supportive.

★Kalim would remind Saima to prioritize her own well-being, offering her a safe space to rest and recharge. Whether that means planning a lighthearted adventure to distract her, sitting with her in comfortable silence, or simply holding her hand as a gesture of reassurance, Kalim would always find a way to remind her that she doesn’t have to carry everything alone.

★In the end, their relationship would be filled with laughter, warmth, and an unmistakable sense of joy. Kalim would shower Saima with compliments, thoughtful surprises, and acts of love, while Saima would offer him her quiet strength, steady support, and a love that matches his own in depth and sincerity. Together, they’d create a story as magical as any fairytale,one built on mutual respect, understanding, and the simple yet profound happiness of being fully seen and loved.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[kaito-akimoto]

Ghost of his Father [Masato & Hanoka]

“Are you alright, young lady? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” // from Kaito’s father, a reanimated Masato Akimoto, Hanoka crosses paths with him during the 4th Ninja War.

@the-silver-peahen-residence answered

Hanoka's eyes were wide hearing this man speak but she looks to him being quiet. She was unsure on what to say about this but somehow he looked familiar. The same features and the same gentle look in his eyes. Was this.......

"I...I'm fine b..but...a..aren't you..." she didn't know how to respond to this while trying to stay calm about it.

"Yes, I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Miss Hanoka Saima," the man replied. He looked like an older Kaito, but his eyes were black-grey.

"I was resurrected to turn the tide of battle to the enemy's favour, with my chakra sensing, I could assassinate any of the important pieces on your side and lower morale," he explained before he could be forced to stop talking. Then again, it seemed the jutsu caster might be so arrogant as not to even care if Masato spilled any intel on himself.

"I know it is unfair to put such a burden on a young kunoichi like yourself, but you must stop me, right here and now," Masato told her. Though it was also his way of redeeming himself, even now, still feeling the guilt for not being able to protect Hanoka's mother back then.

With his clan's specialised chakra sensing, he could tell that his son Kaito was already fighting Hanoka's mother Suki. As much as the reunion could give them closure, they could not meet under such circumstances in the middle of a war, he guessed that was what the enemy was counting on.

// face claim is Franken Stein (Soul Eater)

[cycleofstars]

-- rp: @the-silver-peahen-residence

the-silver-peahen-residence:

Tonight seems like any other night; others having fun or hanging out at bars. Some just minding their own business to stay off the streets in case of something dangerous. Or some doing a little work here and there for some money. That's what two was thinking. The door opens showing one new face coming in. Black onyx hair up in a pony tail, silver eyes looking around at the new location. She was wearing proper wear for this starting night but she was used to it. She walks in but someone else follows her since they were to find the client that asked for both of them. "Well, is that the one that called us? You did say that of course Saima." Jane had her arms crossed, a smirk seen across her lips yet the other sighed. "Yes, I did and that is him..given the information...Now come on.." she mutters to look as the two head towards the bar seeing other new faces to them here.

"Ladies." Caspian gave a polite nod of his head. "I'll be with you in a moment. Sora!" He calls waving a young woman over -- no older then her early twenties. He headed towards the back, leaving the smiling hybrid to greet them. "Ladies! What can I get you to start off? All kinds of alcohol, ale, and mead are available. We also got snacks to accompany, so if you'd like one, do let me know."

Caspian would be a bit, so Sora would do her best as their bartender and waiter, she supposed. This place did have snacks and the like, after all.

[theunpaidtherapistsclub]

Sad Boi Hours: Parvana

Summary: Parvana’s perfectionism, once a source of pride, strains her relationship with her younger sister, Saima, when her well-intended critiques become suffocating. A heated argument leads Saima to storm off, only for her to go missing, leaving Parvana drowning in guilt.

Word count: 864

Genre: Angst

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Parvana had always trusted her perfectionism, but now every meticulous detail felt like a dagger to her heart—a constant reminder of the joy she had lost. She always took pride in her perfectionism, but that has caused some friction in some of her friendships, especially when working on projects. Her younger sister, Saima, recently took up a volunteer project at the local library in which she had to submit an art piece for a poster. This was supposed to be fun for her. She had the chance to showcase her special interest for all the library goers to see. Saima would often go to Parvana for advice on how to improve her piece and make it stand out. At first, the tips were gentle suggestions: which colors sang best together, or where the drawing needed a little more light. But slowly, Parvana’s well-intentioned guidance twisted into relentless nitpicking, each comment a small cut that stained what had once been a shared joy. It was only natural for an older sister to want to help her younger sister, but even she knew she took it too far. But when she went to apologize, Saima wasn’t having any of it.

“I’ve had it with you!” she exclaimed as tears blurred her eyes. “This was supposed to be fun! How do you make wanting to show off fairytales so… so… MISERABLE?!”

Parvana kept her calm and replied, “I know, I didn’t mean for it to go that far.” But her words fell on deaf ears.

“You’re the veteran with this kind of stuff! You’re supposed to help me shine, not tear me down! Everything you said made me feel like nothing I did was enough. It’s not just about my art; it’s about you never letting me be who I truly am.”

This seemed to have struck a nerve in Parvana. “I’m trying to make you better! I just don’t understand why you can’t see that,” she said, reining back the indignation in her voice.

“Better? BETTER?! You SERIOUSLY expect me to feel BETTER? After I was putting in HOURS in this drawing and all you had to give were nitpicks! Stop acting so holier-than-thou when literally you are ANYTHING BUT!”

Saima looked like she had more to say. Things far more scathing than they need to be for this argument. She turned on her heel and simply said with a sigh, “I’m gonna get some air.”

“You do that,” her sister replied as she exited the room.

…

…

Minutes stretched on, each second heavier than the last, and still Saima hadn’t returned. If Parvana knew anything about her sister, it’s that she was a stoic. It usually didn’t take long for her to clear her head and come back to the present. The silence was suffocating. Parvana couldn’t take any more of this. She sped to the still open front door. She hoped that she would find her sister on the front step still fuming, but the knot in her stomach did not allow her to believe it. And it turned out, her gut feeling was right. Under the cloak of the night sky, the only things visible were the street lamps illuminating the houses on the block as well as a couple of neighbours bringing in groceries. In her growing desperation, she asked them if they saw where her sister went. Their puzzled, blank looks deepened her anxiety, each uncertain shake of a head tightening the knot in her stomach further. The weight of the unknown was unbearable, and when the neighbors finally called the police, the words “missing person” echoed in her mind like a dark, foreboding drumbeat.

Everything after that was a blur. Parvana’s mind replayed the harsh words she’d flung at her sister—a moment she wished she could erase. Now, as unshed tears burned behind her eyes and a numbing chill crept into her fingertips, she couldn’t help but curse herself. Why was she so stupid? None of that needed to happen. 

Of course, her distress didn’t go unnoticed.

“Parvana? What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked. Lucifer’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. She glanced up, meeting the concerned gaze of the demon before her. That’s right. She was supposed to help Lucifer regain his memories. For a split second, she wished she could confide every regret, every hurtful word that had left a scar. “There’s something I need to get off my chest,” she finally admitted, her voice trembling with unspoken remorse. “So much has happened that I’ve been too scared to speak up until now.” 

Lucifer looked at her quietly, trying to find the right words. Finally, he said, “Alright. You can talk about whatever you need once we get home.” At his reassurance, Parvana felt her chest become a bit lighter. If anyone should know about sibling arguments going too far, it would be Lucifer and his brothers. Even if Lucifer’s memories were shrouded in darkness now, she knew he’d hear her out. And his brothers would step in as well.

Parvana forced a small smile and nodded as she walked beside Lucifer. As chaotic as the past few weeks have been, Parvana felt her burdens became a bit lighter.