The One on Death

Bismillahirahmanirrahim. When I was young, I remember telling everyone that Cik Jaja’s my favourite uncle. Even then, I knew that we are not supposed to have favourites but you know the human heart. It works in its own way. Cik Jaja was kind and had an infectious laugh. He was extremely generous and always made me feel very…

Everything is Passing Away

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. When I was 12, I got myself my first kitten. She was dark grey. Her whiskers had been cut off. Her tail looked as spiky as a bottle brush. Her tummy was weirdly bloated. They told us that her mother had died and that all her siblings had died soon after. She was the only…