My Journey

Assalamualaikum, all~! As of yesterday, alhamdulillah, I was elected to be among the board of SRC students in the school, which is a big responsibility. Firstly, if, by any chance, any of the others are reading this, congratulations for receiving this honour an opportunity! Admittedly, I was not expecting to be elected, and no, I'm not being humble or anything. Both of my competitors nominated themselves in the first round and I felt very small standing with them, as I wasn't self-nominated like them. Few simply find me capable of the job and put me on the list. Given their manifesto and campaign speeches, I would've thought them convincing and that they would pull more votes for themselves. Nevertheless, I am grateful to be given this chance to become one of the leaders of the school and I'm hopeful that I am truly capable of carrying the heavy burden of responsibility. The term 'leadership' seems to be chasing after me since the start of the year, haunt...

(This is a story written as an essay during my first English exam last year. Hope you enjoy~)] When you have been staying in the city for two thirds of your life, you will undoubtedly grow attached to modern technology and the comfort of your soft sheets fresh from the laundry. You get used to clamorous streets, angry hollers and insults among furious honks every Friday traffic, and the packed trains that always smelled like raw fish and rotten eggs throughout the ride. It has been ten years since Mateo was dragged to the city by his parents, in which he had spent his adolescence with whatever city teens were into—music, social media, movies, the occasional reading. It was a complete contrast from his youthful, adventurous five-year-old self, who used to befriend the creatures of the woods. Three hundred miles away from the city, with no signal, no wireless connection, and no television. Mateo was back home. Back to where he grew up as a child—back to Aunt Glenna's. The thing ...

Assalamualaikum~! As you can see, I'm trying to get back on the swing of blogging again, and I'll hopefully add pictures to keep my posts interesting in future posts. But while I'm here with an idea of a post in mind, I might as well type 'em all out~ At the start of the school year, Dar-Izzah is introduced to a fresh group of little seventh-graders about to meet their d--I mean, paradise! (Let's just see how long they last.) Anyway, meeting new people is a challenge to most because of the change it's going to bring to our class. For a start, the tenth-graders have already moved to their new isolated class (I still cry inside). However, I kept this sour feeling of discomfort towards change from befriending and getting to know the new students. The first few weeks, I kept telling myself to find the good in the new kids, even though I've found their flaws already. But I kept quiet until a couple of friends pull me in for some 'juuuuicy gossip...

Assalamualaikum, everyone~! Is this the first post of the year? Well, that means a couple of updates! I'm already in ninth grade of Dar-Izzah (I still think I'm in seventh grade!); only one year before the huge exams, so I need to focus on my studies. It's sports month this month, and it's only been one day but I'm already sooo tired... Anyway, let's jump into the topic. We had an in-class SRC election last week and I was one of the five candidates of Dar-Izzah Grade 9. If I'm not mistaken, I did mention about SRC being about leadership in a post from 2016. So the requirements for this post is confidence, and that gave me the idea for this post. To clear up some misconceptions, confidence is a good trait. No, there is no confidence considered bad. There's only conceit and overconfidence. Now, people always mess up between confidence and conceit, as far as I know. People often mistake that saying "I'm beautiful" is showing off,...