Atleast i'm Trying

I miss my mother. As I lie here, on my single college dorm bed, I think about her. About how she posted a story on instagram of her having cheese naan at most probably the mamak we frequent. And how immediately after i replied saying how jealous I was at that plate of buttery goodness, she posted a picture of me at age 8, a flower girl at her eldest daughter's wedding. She said the picture just popped up on her Facebook memory timeline, but I like to think that she was thinking of me. Shortly after procrastinating for the (I don't keep track anymore)th time, I stumbled across a post by Ustaz Ebit Lew. My idol. The thing I like the most about him is his softness. He is a guy of broad build, but as soon as he opens his mouth and preaches about Allah's love, even the toughest of sailors give in. But what got me unsurprisingly this day was a post about his late mother Allahyarhamha. It was a short video of him at the kubur, squatting down and reciting prayers off a delicate pr...

This may be the start of something. Hello people. Oh wow even in the introduction i'm boring. An introduction is supposed to be the most interesting,  grappling,   having you craving for more, but, nah. It be like this sometimes. On the 20th of October 2019, I, who at this time shall not be named, have decided to somewhat try and update blog stuff here, huzzah! The reason for this is because I want to turn over a new. I want to blurt out raw feelings that give me color. I want to show to whoever may read this, who I really am. There's no holding back. Wish me the best ;) xx a person who has an unhealthy obsession with capybaras :3