Tag Archives: Life

First Trimester: Tummy Cramp

My morning sickness continues. It’s entered its fifth day. But strangely, it doesn’t occur in the morning. Why do they call it such? Anyway, I haven’t gone to my community midwife to check up on my pregnancy, planning to do so this weekend. The 99.9% accuracy of the test kit is enough to convince me, […]

Gifts from the Dead: Subtle Presence & A New Life

Two days after the demise of my mum-in-law, we took a nice and relaxing morning walk to the cemetery. Our entourage consisted of my husband’s three elderly aunts who were all bubbly throughout, an uncle, my husband and I, his sister and cousin, and his sister’s friend. Stopping in front of people’s houses, we picked […]

An Honourable Passing: The Most Beautiful Death of Our Beloved Mother

The day before I wished I were on Arafah desert with the pilgrims, asking God’s forgiveness for all my past wrongdoings and praying for the best of future for my family. I didn’t know if my family and I would face a series of sacred events following this humble aspiration of mine. I went home that […]

Toy Train for Hasan

Dear Diary, Never did I see Hasan’s eyes gleaming so brightly in excitement before. I had wished to capture those moments with a camera and show them to my parents. However, my mind has in fact been a hidden camera in its own unique way — translating encounters, images and sceneries into unwinding narration of […]

The Miraculous Power of Loving Green

Today, my dad and mum left me at a nearby community school. I wanted to show Ms. Rayhan pieces that I’d written since the day I passed her writing test. In her olive drab uniform and matching-coloured jilbab, her image constantly resounds in my mind whenever I completed a piece. Emanating love, wisdom, and strength, […]

Advanced Modernity vs. Degrading Hospitality – The Irony of Present Days Outpatient Services

Having on and off sore eyes for the past three days, my husband and I went out looking to get them checked by a doctor. I initially intended to just go to any 24-hour clinics or community clinics nearby, hoping to find an eye specialist in one of them. But apparently, ophthalmologists are not common […]

Conflicting CHAOS, Part 2

Dear Diary, Many days after the church’s on fire, there were rumours on an anti-Christian group whose members had been accused of starting the selfish flame, and hence detained at a nearby police station for investigation. My dad told us that he had heard the news from the local tukang ojek — motorcycle taxi drivers […]

Conflicting CHAOS, Part 1

“Doom doom” Loud noises startled me awake. The creaking of my floorboard was no longer critical compared to the probable disaster my fantasizing mind could picture. “Was it furious thunder? Has the wrath of God descended upon our people?” I worried. I went over to my parents and shook them hard, “Aba, Ummi, wake up.” […]

A Day Off: Drying Mishap

Dear Diary, I am at home now, with my mum and Husain. We didn’t join my dad for our usual carton-collecting outing as we had to mend about a kilo of wet cartons and paper, leaving them outside, to dry in the sun. It was raining yesterday. Despite having covered our cart with a large […]

The Barefooted Workmen

Dear Diary, Today our return route brought us to a stretch of road work in progress. Half of the road has been patched with extra 10 cm of metal-framed cements, and the other half was undergoing similar extension. The traffic through this road was heavy; they had to take turn passing the available half of […]

The Blind Cracker Peddler and His Content Son

Dear Diary, At times when I feel that life on the streets is harsh, God would show me people who are even less fortunate. I would emphatise them instead and forget about my own share of trials. On our way home today, I nagged my dad to buy me an empty book which I could […]

Aba’s Name

“Bang bang,” I was startled by the loud noise. A hard object had to have hit my cart. So I turned around to see what had happened. A stern-looking middle-aged man in navy blue, civil service uniform was staring at me, inquiring explanation. His long, solid wooden stick was leaning on the top edge of […]

The HELP: On demand

Dear Diary, Today my mum and Husain are not roaming the streets with us. We dropped them earlier at one of the big houses at a housing complex we passed by. My mum has been asked to help the lady of the house, Ms Thurayya, washing and ironing their clothes. My mum has been doing […]


Dear Diary, I didn’t realise that a long, thin slice of watermelon could bring so much blessings to my family. It is extremely hot today, on the streets. Although I am used to it and not complaining, I can actually feel my blood boiling inside my veins. My mum and dad look similarly constraint — […]

I can write!

Dear Diary, My handwriting may be terrible, but my heart is pure: no relevance between the two but I could care no more. Today, I am officially declared literate — meaning I can read fluently and write readable text. It’s safe to say, I’m proud for this glaring achievement. My mum is not even hands-on […]