of epitomes, symbols and qudwah hasanah

Ignore the bias tone I used in the previous post. I did not really weigh all arguments because that, after all is my personal, raw and honest view.My life changed the day I read a book of Fatimah Syarha entitled, Tautan Hati. The 'heroin' which played the protagonist held my view of what a qudwah … Continue reading of epitomes, symbols and qudwah hasanah →

An indirect call

She twist and turned in her slumber. Willing those dreadful images away. Her eyes fluttered open and she knew. Those self portraits must go.Lately, I have been questioning my intentions in signing up on Instagram. Be it for motivation, socialise or just simple leisure. Because an image speaks for itself. It speaks about the place, … Continue reading An indirect call →

Pink spillover

Peace be upon you.You know that feeling when you do something without reason? Without purpose and intention? Yes, the feeling is hollow and the outcome unworthy because you did something with no direction. Hence no expectations and this leads to no feelings. Yet that fateful Saturday -the day where Mother accompanied me to Geylang lor … Continue reading Pink spillover →