Ramadhan is the month of love,
And it is the month of mercy,
It is also the month of hunger and thirst
Because you always need to think of the needy.

But hunger and thirst is not just meant to be fulfilled by food and water,
It is to be filled by the solat and Quran,
So you can truly feel His power.

Only then will you realize,
Food and drinks only fulfills your body to the bones,
But it does nothing much to the soul.

So let's make more time for prayer,
And more time for recitation,
Bow our heads in humility,
And raise our hands in supplication.

They always tell you,

In whatever that you do,
Whatever that you pursue,
Wherever your dreams take you,
Always remember to bow your head in sujood.

No matter how much you make,
Whatever is at stake,
Regardless of your state,
Always remember the less fortunate.

Doesn't matter who you meet,
Or how you were greet,
Or in what way you were treat,
Always remember to show them your teeth.

At the end of the day,
He is the one who paves your ways,
Plans your trades,
And blooms those darling buds of May.

Remember in school, we would literally count the seconds till the class is over.
Tick tock, tick tock, while the teacher lectures.
And after class, you go home, thinking,
"Man, that was class was so long!"

Only to wonder, a few years later,
How you have progressed in your respective careers,
How fickle is the weather,
And how people have changed for the better.

I felt as though it was only yesterday I spent my last Ramadhan on campus,
Going to class, listening to lectures,
Planning iftars, and picking masjids for our prayers.

But I guess it's high time for bigger and better adventures.

The sense of smell is a very powerful sense.
It can take you back to a certain time, place, and even person.

The scent that I grew up with was Elizabeth Arden Red Door.
I remember it smelling so posh, and sophisticated,
even the bottle looked expensive with the red cap and the gold liquid,
and it was the first thing I would smell in the morning.

The scent I grew accustomed to was Johnson and Johnson Peach Bath,
or any peach scented shower gel.
I remember it smelling so warm and clean,
and it was the first thing I would smell after a nice shower.

The scent that I later grew fond of was Vanilla from The Body Shop,
the whole range from shower gel to body lotion.
I remember it smelling so warm and delicious,
and it was the last thing I would smell before going to bed.

But among my favourite scent that I will forever cherish,
is the smell of your home baked brownies that is made with pure love.
It smells so inviting and welcoming,
and it is the first smell that reminds me of home.

With this ever growing trend of attempting to look young,
to find the elixir of youth,
to not look a year older,
I have learned to accept that,
age is inevitable.

But oddly enough,
it is what I want.
Because as the numbers in my age add,
so does the wisdom in my years.

From the fine lines in my eyes,
I have seen you bloom from a little bud,
to a beautiful flower,
that has added so much colour and warmth to my life.

From the lines at the corners of my mouth,
I have smiled at every single moment of you spent next to me,
and at all the moments that we have laughed together,
that I will remember for more years to come.

From the wrinkles on my hands,
I have remembered every single gentle tug and grip,
and when our fingers intertwined,
and the touch you bring.

I don't want to look a day younger if it means to spend it alone,
I want to look my age,
with you by my side being my biggest support,
and together we will look old.

To love is to commit.
To love is also to get closer
To the Creator.
Everything that you do is for His sake,
So you may be rewarded abundantly in the Hereafter.

But to love yourself is an even bigger commitment.

To love yourself means to understand your imperfections,
But always find ways to get better.
To love yourself means to admit your faults,
But always improve for the greater.
To love yourself means to accept your weakness,
But always learn to become stronger.

Because to love yourself means to understand that nothing happens without His permission,
And that we will eventually return to our Maker.
Because to love yourself means to learn to forgive yourself,
And seek forgiveness from the All Listener.

I am your mamak kinda girl,
roti telur, roti planta,
banjir, sambal lebih.

I am your HS Cafe kinda girl,
nasi putih makan,
ayam goreng, kuah campur,
sayur, kentang,
nescafe ais bungkus.

I am your warong kinda girl,
nasi goreng kampung,
telur goyang.

I am your Kelisa manual kinda girl,
anything that moves is fine,
as long as we get there in one piece is good.

But I am also your, "how are you?" kinda girl,
where I expect you to tell me stories,
share insights,
and discuss your day.

I am also your, "random question..." kinda girl,
where I expect thoughts and opinions,
discussions and deep conversations.

I am also your, "tahu tak..." kinda girl,
where I want to tell you my thoughts and opinions,
for us to discuss further in our deeper conversations.

Because I am more than just "that kinda girl".

I am more than an introduction,
or rising action,
I am the ****** to your tale and
I expect a falling action,
which eventually leads to our resolution.

I am a simple girl with simple satisfactions,
but I only have one motivation,
I cannot tolerate mediocrity when it comes to ideas and solutions.

I expect love, power, and compassion,
because it is with you that I expect my conclusion,
which will eventually lead to our next destination,
a new exposition.