Hari Kelima - Perbezaan antara anda dan orang lain.

What makes me different from everyone else? Oh if you know me you would probably know. But if you don’t know me personally and have not spoken to me ever than you probably wouldn’t. But I get asked about this trait on average almost everyday. And am too tired to blog about it because well let’s just say its kinda tiring to explain, because well I’d probably have to write a book on how kids and teenagers, boys in particular can be damn mean, how I would probably have an easier time in school if I was cuter so that this particular thing didn’t stick out so much, and how with this trait I have managed to survive as a newspaper journalist.

And how everyday during my pregnancy I prayed that my daughter would not inherit this from me. So when she almost cried the whole hospital down when she was born I felt the greatest sense of relief you could ever imagine because YAY she was normal, she could blend in, imagine she can join storytelling contests, debates, and most importantly sing- with the sweetest voice ever.

Kalau macam ini tiga abad baru habis, plus I have moved on there are other interesting things. So yeah if you know you know. If not maybe you’ll know maybe you won’t no loss there believe me.

Hari Keempat : Gambar Kegemaran Bersama Kawan Baik

They say pictures are worth a thousand words.

Raishah Abdul Hamid.

The thing I love most about my mama is she let me be me. She let me colour my hair at sixteen, pierce my nose and write poetry in my schoolbooks.
She picked me up from school when some mean boys pasted pages of my diary at the school boards, and let me skip school for a while.

She made me feel special even when I felt my worst, even if I felt I was never going to be cool and that no boy would ever want to be with me.

She told me it was okay to like books better than boys.

I didn’t have that many friends because I always felt sort of weird or maybe people found me weird, so she took me everywhere. To classes, to meet-ups with her friends, to the saloon ;-)


She was never the traditional sort of Mom, but she was always there when it mattered the most. Always.
And when I had Ayra I finally understood why as mom’s you always have this sort of mad courage, the need to protect your baby from any harm imaginable, but to also have the wisdom to let your baby experience some things on their own.


Happy mothers day mama the bestest everest mama any daughter can ask for.