After the Rain, A Thousand Tomorrows

This year, my 46th birthday feels… different. Quiet. Gentle. A little bittersweet. I miss him. Deeply. Every little thing reminds me of him — the small routines, the laughter, the comfort of knowing he was always there. Even now, I feel him in the quiet moments, in the spaces between thoughts, and in the stillness of my heart. The first person to wish me a happy birthday was my bonda. Her message made me feel seen and cherished — the first spark of warmth on this reflective day. Then came greetings from Angah and Halimi, followed by my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law and also my friends. Each word, each thought, reminded me of the love that still surrounds me, the blessings I sometimes forget to count. And yet… some people who I might have thought would remember, didn’t. They didn’t reach out, didn’t wish me. And I am okay. It’s a reminder to know our place, to accept that not everyone carries us in their hearts the way we carry them in ours. I release any sadness gently, k...

Hi lovelies,  How are you doing? I wanna share about something.  So, recently I stumbled upon a classic “office crush disaster in the making.” A young intern, bright and ambitious, started developing feelings for her married manager. Not just admiration… we’re talking daydreams, hand-holding scenarios, and publicly sharing her “dreams.” Cue me seeing red. 🚨 Now, let’s be honest: it’s okay to admire people . Someone can be talented, professional, ensem, and even wangi. But let’s put a line in the sand: admiration is fine. Daydreams about crossing boundaries? Big no-no. Here’s the ultimate survival guide: Remember your place: You’re young, learning, growing. Your career isn’t a rom-com, and your crush isn’t the plot twist. Think “Intern Energy Level: Focus > Crush” instead of “Heart.exe has stopped working.” Boundaries matter: Married or unavailable colleagues = HARD STOP. Admiration is okay. Fantasizing is not. Picture the “Distracted Boyfriend” meme but replace ...

2 November 2025 Hi Sayang, It’s been a few days since our last chat, kan? And I still miss you, always do. A few days ago, I came across a story on social media. A husband had taken his pregnant wife for a check-up that evening. By nightfall, he was gone. Another story, a wife held her husband in the middle of a paddy field after he was attacked. She stayed by his side for two hours, waiting for help that never came. Allah loved him more. Reading those stories made me look back on our journey. Sayang, Allah susun cantik perjalanan kita. He allowed me to be with you until the end and that’s a blessing not everyone gets. Allah gave us five more years after your diagnosis. Five years of laughter, tears, hope, and faith. It wasn’t always easy, but we had each other and for me, that was enough. Then I read another post. A man said that when women are empowered, they stop respecting their husbands. I smiled. Because Sayang, you never clipped my wings. You never made me feel small...