Read, Write and Recite

Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hey, y'all! It's rather cloudy today, looks like it's going to rain soon. Before writing this post, I did lots and lots of thinking about what I'm going to post next on this blog. So many ideas, so little time, and my mood was not coherent with my head either. But this post was inspired by some people (not going to mention names) and it makes me wonder, there are still some people who think of the world this way. This way I mean common stereotyping. Yes, stereotyping. 'Stereotype' (noun), if according to my own understanding, it's the way people would normally view or common perspective the society see in certain thing or person. That is how I view it. And according to Mr. Google, stereotype (noun) means "a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing." Stereotyping does not only happens in our country, it also being practiced all over the world. Each and every soci...

Bismillahirahmanirahim~ Assalamu'alaikum and hey guys! The sun is looking mighty fine today ay~ Today's post is more personal for me (I think) but I think some of you might be able to relate to it. Well, I had just gone through with my last paper for this semester's final examination last Thursday and every student (or more like vagabond) who is far far away from home and who hasn't gone back home for quite some time might feel this whenever the last paper is coming around the corner. The 'Last Paper Syndrome'. And I felt it though. Not much. But still, I could feel it. Last Paper Syndrome or LPS (for short) is a mental distraction for those who are having their last paper but already have the feeling of starting their holiday early and not studying at all. AT ALL. They might start with the packing and stuff (especially us who have to change rooms next semester and us who are flying back home) and the feeling of studying disintegrates almost completely in...

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...