Old Friends

We all know the importance of having friends. Most of us even have close friends, friends whom we’ve known for years, friends that will always be there for you no matter what.

I do have a group of friends whom I’ve known for 8 years! I mean, they’re such important people to me and they’re the ones who’ve been with me since I was a young teenager going through the pains of puberty. It is amazing to still be friends with people who have seen you in the most vulnerable to states.

However, sometimes, friends can lose touch due to some circumstances. Especially 30 years ago, the age before the internet. Thus, when my parents met their old friends from back when they were in primary school, it was a beautiful sight. It was a beautiful sight to see their excited, ecstatic, surprised emotions. I’m sure they’ve talked a lot about the past and tried to catch up as much as they possibly could. IMAGINE 30 YEARS TO CATCH UP ON!

I mean, it must be a wonderful feeling.

I began to wonder if that would be the case for me in the future. But I guess not. Not that I wouldn’t miss any of my friends but it would be so easy to keep in touch with technology and whatnot. That intense feeling of surprise and wonderment wouldn’t be the same.

Anyway, I just hope that I will continue to be in touch with friends that I know today. Though, quality friends will definitely matter more.

Till then. 🙂

I write…

Oh my. I want to write so bad, I could feel my mind ticking for every moment that passes.

My fingers itched to slam down my thoughts onto that keyboard, to hear the beautiful clicking and tapping of the keys.

I couldn’t wait to share with the world, my ideas, my inspiration and my eureka moments. I. just. could. not. wait.

Therefore, as if I have an idea that could change the current paradigm of the world, I began to type.

But who am I kidding?

I ain’t Charles Darwin with years of knowledge, scientific research and adventures to back up his theory.

I ain’t Plato with philosophical ideas and stories that could wreck havoc in the minds of 20-year-olds today.

I ain’t George R.R. Martin with a creative mind that can build worlds that beautify the minds of readers.

I’m just a blogger, a passionate wannabe writer, a creative-in-progress.

Why would anyone want to listen to my ideas, my thoughts, my perspective for I have no credentials nor a reputable reputation?

I guess, I just love the feeling of typing, of sharing, of clearing my mind of the daily baggage of ideas and creativity. It does not matter if no one reads it. It truly doesn’t matter.

I write because ultimately, it is for the past me, the current me and the future me.

Maybe one day I’ll be good enough move up a level, to step out of the blogosphere and into real writing. Maybe.

Old Romance

I smiled.
When I saw a middle-aged man waiting patiently at the bus stop and smiled when he saw his wife alight a bus.
I smiled.
When I saw that wife of the middle-aged man pushing away her husband’s hand who was trying to help her with her bag.
I smiled.
As they walked side by side down the pathway till I couldn’t see them any longer, probably talking about their day.
I smiled.
When I realised that that was genuine love. That sweet, mushy, fluffy feeling that wells up inside.
I mean, it is just vastly different when one observes the romance between two old birds vs that of a young one. It doesn’t make you feel awkward or weirded out.
Maybe it is the aura that resonates from them. I don’t know. But what I do know is that it felt almost sacred.
And it is that that I aspire to have.

The Heart is a Wild Thing

Sometimes it becomes hard to find the distinction between needs and wants.

As humans, we yearn for the things that we do not have.

But to what extent do we follow our heart’s desires?

The heart is a wild thing with its ever-changing needs and wants. It aches when it wants something, attempting to influence your rational mind to listen to it. Sometimes, we fall into its trap, giving in to the desires but most of the time (I hope), our rational mind is able to take back control.

Allow me to give an example. Have you ever had a crush? Do you recognise that familiar feeling of ache and pull towards that someone, whoever it might be? You thought that it might only be once, but as you lead through life, you realised that that feeling happens over and over again. You began to question whether it is a special kind of feeling or if it is just the game of the heart?

Sometimes, we gave in, the desires were strong enough to force us into action, and so we did. But, if it happens countless times, how will we know that the choice we make and the actions that we take is the right one?

I guess this is where the rational mind must come in to tame the wild heart.

There are also other ways the heart attempts to influence you i.e. shopping, games. All of them works the same way whereby the heart aches for it.

Thus, in my opinion, it is crucial for the rational mind to tame the heart, to bring it other control. The only way to do it is to practise. To be conscious that your heart is trying to influence you, get control of it, tell it ‘No’.

Emotions are Messy

Emotions are messy,

They are not as straightforward,


or precise,

as rationality.

Emotions fluctuate,

never in the same state,

always moving about,

up and down and around.

Emotions are unreliable,

doing things that aren’t subtle,

making you feel things that you know you shouldn’t,

making you do things that you know you couldn’t.

And emotions can betray you,

leaking out your deepest secrets,

when you’re at your weakest,

But knowing best,

that it is a test,

will put your mind at rest,

and may Allah grant you success.



Nothing humbles us more…

A passing of a young life has always and will always have a profound effect on my emotions no matter who that person is.

It scares me to know that our life can be taken away from us, anytime, anywhere, at any place and if we allow that fear to grow and propagate, we will paralyse ourselves.


By remembering that such a thing will happen to each and every one of us one day will humble us. It will remind us that we are not as powerful, as brave, as healthy, as intelligent, as we think we are.

For me, such an unfortunate loss constantly reminds me of how pathetic we are, how weak we are, how powerless we are in the face of Him. It reminds me of how our miserable lives are at His mercy.

A young life lost is a lesson gained for all of us who are still alive. We can learn so much from the beauty of that young life, from the way they interacted with others, the way they held trust to the will of God, the way they smile, laugh and listen as if they weren’t the ones going. There’s so much we can learn from their mannerisms, their wisdom, and even though amidst their last days, their unyielding youth.

As they move on to their next phase as a creation of God, we might ask, what happens now?

Now, we can pray, seek forgiveness, repent, and supplicate. We can be aware of who we are and what we want to achieve in this life that will never last. We can realise that dream, our dream.

Understand your purpose, be kind, be good, be humble.



Making days brighter

When we take the time to pause and look at the bigger picture can we only begin to realise how pathetic and small our daily problems are.

One of my new year’s resolutions is to be more grateful and helpful, to be selfless and help people in any way I can.

I guess, it is just me trying to give back to society, to light up a person’s life whenever possible, to make their gloomy days brighter.

Because I think, I would want someone to do that for me too.