Read, Write and Recite

Bismillahirahmanirahim~ Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hey again, peeps! I've been doing a lot--I mean A LOT--of thinking lately. Maybe it was due to stress or even problems that don't even exist yet. (This is the major problem with overthinkers. Yup, that's it. Overthinking.) For the past 4 and a half years that I've been away from my family (for quite a long time, disregarding the holiday periods) and studying in this IPG, I've noticed a lot of things. In me, and in my other friends as well. First, you would learn to value your family. Like a lot. Maybe for those who have been staying in hostels or dorms had had experienced this kind of things, but when it comes to staying at the hostels and dorms and being thousands of miles away from home (element: hyperbole), you'll learn to appreciate the presence and existence of a group of people called 'family'. Honestly writing ('cause I'm practically writing, and not speaking), I value my friends ba...

Bismillahirahmanirahim~ Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hey everyone! Long time no write on this abandoned blog of mine. It's not because that I'm busy or anything of some sort, it's just that I'm lazy and I almost forgot the existence of this blog. Hahaha. (I'm sorry, blogger) Now that I'm back for like more than a year (I think), I have so much to talk about.  First is about my comeback here on this blog. I don't know whether I am back permanently or just a short 'visit and write' here. I was actually inspired by one of my classmates who got hired for her writing skills in her blog. (You can read them here:  adawiyahrosli ). She got hired about a year ago by a famous online shopping website known as  Zalora Malaysia  and she only noticed it recently. Thankfully the offer is still on and Alhamdulillah she got hired. (Congrats, Dadaw yeay!) I am deeply inspired by this (and maybe hoping to be hired as a writer as well, soon. I always dream of earni...

I wake up. Eyes searching here and there. Something familiar. But none. All seems alien to me. Tch. I stand up. Wander around the confined space. Bumping here and there. Finally a mechanism that looks like a door. Bump. I turn the knob. Unlock. Twist and push. Light begins to rush into the godforsaken room. Temperature starts to rise. Heat. I step into the door. Barefoot, grass felt. It is another realm. A world full with weird creatures. Flying here and there. Stunned. I thrust forward. Loving the grassy ground on my feet. Freedom. It's green. It's blue. It's yellow. It's red. It's colourful. Colours here and there. Blinded. I continue the pace. Walking towards a place where the water is blue. It's refreshing. It's nice. Nice enough to drown myself. Step by step. I sink downwards. The water is nice. So I sink deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Deeper than the seabed. Deep. I breathe. Drown. Not a chance. Somehow air has reached me to the botto...

bismillahirahmanirahim... someone asked me in the past, "...why are you being unfair to your family?! you even fight with your siblings, but when you are with your friends, you're such a goodie-two-shoes!" honestly, I am like that... why? because I know that when you fight with your family, sometimes, most of the times you can always make up again. just like the Malay proverb goes, "Carik-carik bulu ayam, akhirnya bercantum juga..." the literal meaning of the proverb is when you pluck the chicken's feathers, in the end, they will stick again. but the implicit meaning of this proverb is whenever or whatever fights you might have with someone, especially your family, you would certainly make up again with them. your family is the very first group to be with you from the earliest part of your life till now. when you were born in this world, a couple of people, lovely and loving people would be there for you to catch you —well of course that the do...

Would the sunlight be enough To even start a new dawn Of a new day full with joy And tears and hearts to be tended Does the clear blue sky be glad To even welcome the awoken lad From his abyssal dreamland And his safety boat Greeted by the cold water Dripping down onto his hot skin Waging wars those two Then the lad shivered by the Soft and chilly morning breeze Tick tock tick tock the hand went Mocking him for his sloth Urging him to haste his Actions without doubt and care Hundred steps till the castle be reached Castle full with words And faces of his acquaintances One heart to be tended Arrows flying everywhere Shield to be enforced around A fragile heart as thin as The thinnest glass But one arrow pierced through And cracked a piece of the heart A wound is left unintended A scar would form lest The lad would kill Till dusk and dark the heart Still rocking . . . Lost Quill Greetings! Long time no write in this abandon blog of mine. It's b...

bismillahirahmanirahim... long time no see, my blog. I kinda miss you. I kinda miss writing. informally, not academically... I've been pondering over some words that kept banging onto my ear drums since this morning: "...those who likes to post so much are attention seekers/seeking for attentions." when I reflect that upon myself, I thought of something... "maybe I do need some eyes to see me. to watch over me. to care for me." it's not that I'm blaming the person who said this or something... it's just- it hit me straight to the heart. "was I being sincere...?"   when I posted stuffs on Facebook, Twitter and such, honestly, I do seek for 'likes'. why? because I need someone to notice me. I would be kinda disappointed when no one likes my post, sincerely. I didn't know when and how did I become like this... was it since my father passed away...? was it since that unfaithful incident that I dare not to talk ab...

assalamualaikum wbt yup. there are some things we overlooked when we are feeling thankful and grateful. and I'm writing this is actually as a reminder for myself. when someone did something to me just now, I realized almost everything about my life now. and now, I'm writing this so that I can share these things with everyone. FIRST, our life. now that we are alive, we should always be grateful to our God that we are alive today. for when they are someone, somewhere, their lives had been taken from them, leaving only their rigid bodies, they didn't have the time to say, "Thank you for my life." and it's kinda hurtful when someone says, "I hate my life." or "My life is so boring." or "I hope that I have a life like yours." well, THESE PEOPLE have no respect of their own precious lives. every life is unique. every life is important. every life is precious. just stop right now and be grateful and say "Thank you for I...