by Ayeesha

I have received many requests to post a copy of my essay, so here it is. Just a disclaimer, I wrote this less than three hours before the deadline, so please be kind if you see my errors because I am posting it with no edits. Now that I was able to look at it more thoroughly, I saw some flaws. Arou…

October 26, 2018, as I stand with fellow young people in front of the barricade in Banggolo Bridge, I cannot help but hear this Les Miserables song in my head: Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again! When the beating of yo…

I choked on these words when I read them scribbled on a violet piece of paper. Funny how three innocent words can evoke a torrent of emotions. I remember that day, the exact date, which T-shirt you wore, how you looked at me on that rainy afternoon. It's been three years and thirteen days since…

I've been saying over and over again that I am going to write more. Many months have passed and I couldn't find the time to open my blogger dashboard. It's fiesta in Iligan City right now and I am on a long weekend. Found some time to sit and think about writing. Anything. Just about a…

Eid mubarak to all the Muslims all over the world!

Today marks the end of the holy month of Ramadhan. It is a day of the joyous gathering of families and friends. Beneath this joy is an undercurrent of sadness for Ramadhan has come and gone so quickly. It is ironic that we Muslims miss Ramadhan so…

Exactly a month ago, my family and I visited our house in Marawi. May 3, 2018 was the schedule of our barangay to visit MAA (Most Affected Area) in Marawi City to salvage what is salvageable and take a last look at our homes before MAA is closed for the next three to I-don't-know-how-long year…

It's the second quarter of the year and I have published only one blog post so far (see Grief's Anatomy). So much has happened not only this year but last year as well but words came not when I needed them. I could not write. Many times, I stare back at my reflection and see myself to hav…

I can't find the words now that I am writing, the words that I feel I have been bottling up inside me. I'm not sure where to start. Perhaps with the first thought that comes t mind.

It's almost noon now and I am still on the bed, struggling to shake off this sluggishness. My lungs burn…