Haha, yup sporadic entries at random times. That is what I have become this Ramadan, although I wasn’t very regular throughout the rest of the year either. I guess this is going to be my late New Years Resolution — Get regular with my writing! Anyways. The last ten days of Ramadan are upon us,Continue reading “Diary of a Fasting Girl — Entry 3, Day 23”
What does it mean to grow up?Does it mean high heals and gold silk and satin gracing the bodyin grandiose folds?Does it mean to strut your stuffand fit the mold? That’s not me, that’s never metalking about fashion and jewellery.For me, to growmeans more than that.You learn to fly with flourishing wingsand know its okayContinue reading “Growing Up”
The little worker, working hardFollowing those who came before, showingThose behind.One way to do it, she was told.Being like the rest to fill her role.Work hard but you don’t need playDevote yourself to a point of no controlWhat is “no”? You shouldn’t know. But one day, one fated dayShe stopped. She smelled a rose.So precious,Continue reading “Rose”
Storytelling manifests in many different and unique ways, whether it’s through the uneven strokes of a revolutionary oil painting or through the decision-making whirlwind adventures of video games. It may be a succinct telling or an exaggerated saga. Recently, I have discovered the medium of webcomics or web-toons. These are small blips of a largerContinue reading “The Thought Behind Geekaabi WebComics”
A poem on the tragedy of the school shootings the tiny buds trampled upon by wild feet no chance, no choice the nightmare turned reality petals scattered on the wind.