I was raised in a Muslim community by two beautiful people. My dad used to read Qur'an verses to get me to sleep when I was an infant. A...
The Chair
Oh chair! You are dear. Don't you ever think you are praised less. Don't you ever think you are not given an importance. Oh chair! J...
Dizzyyy
I feel as if I am going to fall off my seat while reading. Everywhere I go, I smell things that makes me dizzieeerrrr. :c Idk. Probably it i...
My Loving Stars
Never had I thought that with this blog, I will find some friends who will be there for me at my saddest. Thank you so much to the people wh...
Shooting Stars
Here I am in this terrace again. However, today, I don't feel like a loner. I feel blessed. Blessed with a loving mother and a very hand...
Painful
For those who have been reading my blog for a long time, you all know my life story. My dad died of pancreatic cancer and my mom is currentl...
The Opposite
They say, you have not loved unless you feel the pain. How it slowly takes control of your being. How it makes you feel the sorrow. How it c...
The downside
Summer vacation sure has made its big impact in my life. It has made my life more miserable than it is. I hate summer really (whenever I can...
Short Stories About Love
Love. Reading. Words. Feeling. I love short stories for a fact that they are short. I have read so many short stories but definitely I love ...
I See Us
When I look into the future, I see you. When I look back at the past, I see you. Oh you who have taken away a tiny piece of my heart. Oh you...
Fashion
Fashion! Ah, it's that undying craze. It's that vogue about how you look. It's that rage on clothes, shoes, bags, accessories an...
The Mufti and The Reverend
I felt the need to blog about this. :) I love how the mufti replied. The fact that we, Muslimahs, cover is not oppression. :) A Mufti Sat ...
The Harddrive
I am so upset. I am busted. I am dumb. I wish I am a harddrive. I wish I have more than a Terabyte memory. No! I wish it would be a Hellabyt...
The Sky
Oh sky! You embraced the world without knowing why. You gave it a shield without mimicing a word. I wish I was you. Never complaining. You a...
A little Change
Salams from me. For today, I prefer not to write about my heritage yet. Let us chitchat for a chang...
Who Am I: A Tausug (Part 2)
From the Sulu and Tawi-Tawi history and geography, let's now go to the way of life. The culture ...
Who Am I: A Tausug [Part 1]
I suppose that it has been long enough since I had posted here. To make up for the lost time, I will...
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