The Switch
It was probably Rauf’s second month in school when I saw it with my own eyes. It was after school. He wanted to stay back a little longer to play at the playground. I stood to the side, watching him. Then, out of nowhere, a boy appeared behind him. He picked Rauf up and shoved…
Finding Thomas Mason
When we left KL, I could already see my parents’ brains working overtime plotting a trip to visit us. True enough, two months after we arrived. It wasn’t exactly a surprise — we’d agreed to meet in London first and then head to NL together. I knew living in Europe would make travelling within the…
Of Locksmiths, the ER and Ikea
My ears were still ringing when we arrived in the Netherlands. Rauf’s scream at KL airport was still echoing prominently in my eardrum—like an uninvited post encore performance. The moment we left the airport and drove 2.5 hours to Maastricht it occurred to me that this was going to be our home for the next…
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The Gold Slippers
When I was in early Primary, my relatives performed their Hajj. When they returned there was a huge gathering at another relative’s house for their welcome. It was the best time because I had like 10,000 cousins and this was the time everyone got together. Ah, pre covid days. While everyone was busy catching up,
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The one about Margaret Thatcher
I remember growing up, when my sister and I shared a room and we would ask my dad to tell us a story (sometimes more than 1). He would never say no and for that I am grateful. Sometimes his stories would be fictional. Sometimes his stories were about his childhood and sometimes his stories
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Who Moved my Cheese
With my 31st birthday nearing, I’ve been thinking a lot about my grandfather. About how almost this time last year we still had him around. I had a Beyonce theme birthday dinner at home with family and friends and I still remember vividly how he came out from the dining room holding a picture of
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The 18th Jar
When Rauf turned 1 year old I decided to collect all birthday notes he would receive from our friends and relatives, to keep them in jars labeled by the year and will pass it over to him when he turns 18. It wasn’t until my Grandfather passed away recently that I realised how cherished and
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The man who gave us wings
I once knew a Man who gave us wings, Throughout his life he taught us many things, An extraordinary man, no, not a stranger, This man was my beloved grandfather. Abdul Aziz Abdul Rahman was his name, A hardworking man who played a few games, Born in Kelantan in 1933, A quiet kampung boy
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Midnight Picnic
My son taught me something about communication today. Rauf refused to go bed. I gave him everything I could think off without overstepping the boundaries. Nothing worked. It didn’t make sense because he didn’t nap the whole day. He was yawning and moody and everything seemed to have checked all the boxes for being ‘sleepy’.
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