hello again!

Mohi wrote me a heartwarming comment that came at just the right timing cos as weird as this sounds, I’ve been missing and thinking of writing lately and thought I’d maybe make occasional comebacks here. Which is a funny but relieving thought where blogphilic is concerned – honest talk: I meant to shutdown this space … More hello again!

28.

Hello… it’s hard to believe that I’m here, back here, writing. I think it’s been a year-plus since I last wrote? Life happened. Correction: it’s still happening and really, it’s the reason I’m back. I just wanted to write down some thoughts and lots of feelings off my chest. Where do I begin? Let’s jump … More 28.

the coming out (2018)

Putting this here cos I don’t want to forget: I will not hide my Muslimness anymore, nor will I apologize for or feel humiliated because I’m it. I will not hide my Muslimness anymore even with non-Muslim individuals (a historically long list) whom I find myself attracted and drawn towards – I will not be … More the coming out (2018)

“I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.”

Another woeful piece written in December – on the 10th, to be precise -: Eldest Sis believes strongly in this particular quote: “I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.” — from The Last Samurai (2003) The quote came to my mind again last night when I joined Mum for … More “I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.”

“You can be sorry for yourself, but what are you doing about it?”

I know this may seem like an odd exercise, but I like to think I’m safekeeping my blurbs and thoughts presented in words. Here’s a musing written on December 29, 2017: Some thoughts qon ‘self-love’ / ‘self-care’: As much as it’s important to be kind and to take care of ourselves, we really ought to … More “You can be sorry for yourself, but what are you doing about it?”

September boy, October scent;

When I realized that September boy, who was previously August boy, carries the scent of potential of being October, November… boy. Maybe December, too. How much I want this to be true, yet… (yet) I am trying, but against fear and endless questions – it has been very difficult to write.