Personal Stories

Some people don’t need to understand everything. They just love you through it anyway.

We were kids once – classmates, friends, neighbours.

Then life moved on, as it always does.

Five years of silence.

Five years of growing separately.

We

“Hi, xyz has happened to me, and I’m still carrying this around with me today and by the way, my name is Sabiha.”

Does this sound familiar? I often wonder why and how people share their stories. After all, we

A few months passed. It was May again.
Our last May. Our last meet.

I had been preparing something for the people who meant the world for me. I wrote some letters, each one attached to a small macaroon, and

Yesterday, I experienced a sudden feeling of guilt and grief that I couldn’t explain. It’s a phenomenon of our digital era that rarely gets talked about. Losing things digitally now feels like losing

“Oh, she’s naturally quiet”.

I’d hear my mother say that often as a child.
My mother had a way of assuming what she wanted of me, was what I loved about myself.
Yet it would sting me a little

There’s a certain magic in childhood that time can’t steal. It hides in the scent of rain on dry earth, the echo of laughter echoing down a narrow street, and the sweet simplicity of days when happiness was as easy

Chapter 2—Tangled

On the way home, my parents asked, “How was your day?”
“It was fun, but I’m tired now. I want to sleep,” I replied.
They simply nodded. When I arrived, I chatted with them for a while, did

I’ve always found it funny how resumes make life look perfect. Neatly lined up job titles, achievements, percentages, and “strategic campaigns” — all bundled into bullet points. But behind every bullet point, there’s a story. And mine isn’t glamorous —

Saya akhirnya punya kesibukan baru. Tulisan saya yang sebelumnya bercerita terkait perjalanan ke Barat Indonesia jadi mandek karena kesibukan tersebut.

Saya saat ini bekerja di sebuah Kantor Dagang Swasta. Komoditas yang diperdagangkan adalah minyak goreng. Kesibukan ini membuat saya belakangan

I’ve never been the kind of person who had life all figured out.

In my final semester of Civil Engineering, while most of my classmates were buried in books, prepping for competitive exams, I was… floating.

I wasn’t dumb. In