What is it about cancer that so petrifies us?

Cancer has been like death sentence for many people. Azra Raza, an oncologist with special interest in myelodysplastic syndrome, wrote a book to tell the stories of men and women facing death. I learned about Omar Azfar, a thirty-eight-year-old graduate of Oxford and Columbia, who fought his battle with a highly malignant osteogenic sarcoma of the left shoulder.

After many aggressive chemotherapy slash-burn-poison cycles, radiation therapy, and multiple lung surgeries,

The idea of assassinating a novelist after his writing about Muhammad is brutal.

The way Salman Rushdie was stabbed fifteen times onstage scares me. His liver was damaged. His small intestine had to be removed. He had stab wounds over the neck, the right eye, the left hand, the chest, and over all the face. One year after the miraculous recovery from the knife attack, the Booker Prize winner wrote a memoir to reflect on his journey close to death.

His message about the freedom of expression is clear

On December 23, 1971, the United States President Richard Nixon signed the National Cancer Act into law. A number of things happened before Nixon's war on cancer. First, Mary Lasker, who remembered her family's laundress who died terribly of breast cancer with seven children around her bed, decided to lobby for expansion of cancer research when "less is spent on cancer research in America than on chewing gum." Next, Mary Lasker recruited her friend Ann Landers to write a column on

It strikes me that discovery of RNA can be more groundbreaking than that of the famous double-helix DNA. RNA turns out to be more than a humble servant of DNA. And an important molecule it is. A game changer.

As far as scientific recognition is concerned, RNA-related breakthroughs have led to 11 Nobel Prizes since 2000. Do I have to remind you the 2023 Nobel Laureates have been working on the mRNA vaccines that save millions of lives?

But the structure and

It's no accident that crime gets lots of attention. This speaks for the journalism cliché: If it bleeds, it leads.

When I read the story of the Lockdown Ladies' Burial Club recently, I was technically sympathising with five women who had killed their husbands. The novel The Best Way to Bury Your Husband looks like a black comedy – and it is.

After the five women had been caught on the dilemma of disposing the dead bodies, they put their heads together to make plans and brainstorm for