Your Love is On Reserve: How to Find Love in a Bookshop

It's a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman past her twenties and in possession of a stable career, good degree, decent looks and fine manners must be in want of no man... who doesn't deserve her, obviously. See, I'm tired of the 'smart girls stay single', or 'girls like you intimidate men', 'we don't … Continue reading Your Love is On Reserve: How to Find Love in a Bookshop

Brown

brown is the colour of earth. clay. of godsent soil. the unapologetic shade of my ancestor's toil; my grandfather on his boat, his leathered skin, bahasa jawa, melanin. but they've been telling me that you look better in these colours because some colours just don't suit your skin tone because, you know, it doesn't show … Continue reading Brown

Footsteps

my father’s cracked feet shuffle across the kitchen floor. after fajr prayers, he retreats into his room. he recites a surah until the skies grew lighter. it’s been almost two months. his bicycle in the balcony has been collecting dust. some days he lies on his bed, restless. “bapak rindu tak, dah lama tak pergi … Continue reading Footsteps

Please Write About the Hard Things

write about the hard things. about the war that's waging within mothers and mother lands. about tears that were shed in refugee camps. about living on the cusp of constant death. about learning. unlearning. about moments that came once and then gone too soon. hoping. yearning. flowers that don't bloom. dreams that don't make it past sleep. plans that … Continue reading Please Write About the Hard Things