Building Our Boats

why does it always come as a shock when we know that death is the only certainty? perhaps life is designed in a way that drowns us and makes us forget that we are only here for a moment. that our bodies are but fleeting casing our souls that are permanent. so when someone disappears … Continue reading Building Our Boats

What Cools Your Eyes?

I was moved to tears after watching Yaqeen Institute's Episode 7 of Attaching to Allah series, where Imam Omar Suleiman discussed with the panel on what do we define as 'coolness of the eyes'. The meaning is so incredibly poignant and profound if we ponder deeply. وَٱلَّذِينَ يَقُولُونَ رَبَّنَا هَبْ لَنَا مِنْ أَزْوَٰجِنَا وَذُرِّيَّـٰتِنَا قُرَّةَ … Continue reading What Cools Your Eyes?

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