The One on Losing Lee Kuan Yew

Bismillahirahmanirrahim. On 23 March 2015, at 3.18am Singapore time, we lost our first Prime Minister. Having faced a few deaths in my life, I knew, way before the passing happened, that I would be affected by it. To me, it’s really difficult not feel the pinch when someone passes on. This happens to me  regardless…

The One on Da’wah

Bismillahirahmanirrahim. I’ve always been the mischievous one in the family. During family reunions, there is always some time spent laughing over my antics. When I was in kindergarten, I remember being ordered to face the wall for a whole lesson because I was being too disruptive. When Mama brought us to the playground at Pasir…

Looking for Companionship

Bismillahirahmanirrahim. I’ll be honest with you. I get emotionally attached to people very easily. As a result, not too long ago, whenever anyone started drifting away from me, I would enter into a state of panic. I just wouldn’t allow it to happen. I would try ways and means to get her to come back. I…

A True Friend

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. My cousin Aunty Ana (she’s more than twice my age), migrated to Tasmania about 40 years ago. I wasn’t even born yet! We hear about her house in Hobart each time she comes back to Singapore for Eid. We never really thought about flying over. It’s pretty out of the way, and honestly, it seemed…

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…

But they are just animals

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Today, I read an article about Scarlett. Scarlett braved a raging fire five times to rescue each and every one of her kittens. The fire was so scorching hot that even her eyes were blistered shut.  After checking that her babies were alright, she finally collapsed. Subhanallah. How universal is a mother’s love? Mama has always been an animal…

I can forgive but I will never forget

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. I had heard quite a bit about “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran. It piqued my interest but I never actually tried to look for it. When I walked into The Harvard Coop, the book’s pale yellow cover with what looked like a charcoal drawing caught my eye. I flipped it open and read. The…