nadiera hashim: December 2025

Assalamualaikum, hi. Okay, it’s time. Time to post the last blogpost for this year. To be very honest, I don’t have many achievements to flex about this year.

Just two, actually:

Tak bunuh diri.
Tak bunuh orang.

Pat pat pat myself. I deserve a medal. Maybe a cake. Or at least a gold star sticker from the universe. I survived. Honestly, I don’t even know what people usually write for an end‑of‑year post. Do people do yearly reviews? Do they list achievements? Do they pretend this year was amazing? Because if I start reviewing everything bad that happened to me this year, nanti rasa macam nak rebah pula.

Too heavy. Too depressing. Not today.

So I decided not to do that. Instead of forcing myself to write about semua benda buruk, I chose to write about the small good things. The quiet moments. The lessons that didn’t come with fireworks, but still mattered. Maybe this blogpost won’t sound like a “wow what a year” kind of post. But it’s honest. And honestly, that’s good enough for me. So yeah. welcome to my last blogpost of the year. No highlight reel. Just survival, reflection, and a bit of humor so I don’t cry halfway through writing it. Let’s go.

They left paw prints on my heart 🐾🐈‍⬛🐈

Awal-awal lagi dah sedih dah ni. By the way, Boba and Cengkih left me. Too early, both of them gone from this world. I always feel like I didn’t give them enough in life. But I believe, the two years I took care of them, they were more than happy. Takkan tak happy kot? Both of them chubby and perut boroi-boroi!

It’s been 11 months without Boba & Cengkih in my life. But me and mother still always talk about them. Kadang-kadang, on random days, salah seorang dari kami akan share pictures of Boba & Cengkih. I miss them so much! They were our daily companions—sleeping buddies, makan buddies, even toilet buddies. Seriously, I am scared of cockroaches, so before I enter the toilet, Boba & Cengkih had to check first. Selamat ke tak untuk kakak, kan?

It took me almost a year to throw away all their medicine. Semua personal stuff I kept for them, slowly I let go, one by one. Some already expired, some cannot be used anymore. Tapi their name tags? I always carry them wherever I go. A small thing, tapi makes me feel dekat dengan depa.

It’s really not easy to go one day without thinking about Boba & Cengkih. Sometimes my fingers scroll the gallery, watching their videos and looking at pictures. Every night, I cry. I miss them so much. I always tell myself: “Be good. Do good. Maybe one day I can enter heaven and see Boba & Cengkih again.”

Ustaz said cats don’t enter heaven. They become dust. Maybe sebab perangai depa dekat dunia ni macam setan kot? But once I enter heaven, I want Boba & Cengkih there with me. Just imagining it makes me feel a little comforted.

The same words I always repeat when I remember them:

"Thank you tau for being my companion, and I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from parvo. Kakak & mother love you so much."

I hope they know how much they were loved. And I really hope they forgive me.

Even though they’re gone, memories of Boba & Cengkih stay with me, how they fought over the same spot on the bed, how they chased shadows at midnight, or how Cengkih always knead cookies on my head, and how Boba always peed on my bed just because I didn't refill his kibbles. Life feels emptier without them, but loving them was worth every moment.

Orang baik datang sekejap, tapi tinggal lama di hati 🕊️

During last Ramadan, I realized I met ramai orang baik. One of them was this pakcik. Orang kampung panggil dia Pak Nan. We didn’t know each other for long, just kenal sekejap, but somehow terasa dekat.

Pak Nan always stopped by the shop to buy drinks for buka puasa. Sometimes he stopped at the mosque to get bubur lambuk, and every time he passed by our shop, he would give me one pack of bubur lambuk. Tak pernah miss.

One time, Pak Nan said,

“Pak Nan kenai hang lambat. Kalau Pak Nan kenai hang dulu, Pak Nan bagi hang kawin dengan anak Pak Nan.”

Caittt… bagi harapan kejap 😭 But oh well, the chance already passed.

He was too kind, sampai kadang rasa macam ada bapak sendiri. By the way, Pak Nan ni bekas tentera, tak sure darat ke udara, but people said he’s a retired soldier. He looked fierce, but his fatherly nature made an orphan like me terus cair. Maybe sebab rindu kasih sayang ayah.

Throughout the fasting month, there was always something he treated me to. Laichikang, Milo ais, corndog, kuih muih, macam-macam. Simple things, but they meant a lot. Bersyukur sangat dapat jumpa orang baik macam ni.

When I think about it again… even though this year felt very heavy, kepala otak penat and hati pun letih, Allah still kirimkan orang-orang baik along this thorny journey. And it reminds me , jadilah orang baik. Be kind to anyone, even random people. We never know apa dugaan hidup others are going through.

At least, our small kindness might make someone feel appreciated, walaupun secubit je 🤍

I yap, she listens 💬🗨️

This year, I’m not even sure berapa kali I met Najihah. Usually, based on previous years record, kami jumpa maybe two to three times a year je. But this year, rasa macam lebih dari tiga kali we actually hang out together.

I’m 100% sure this year I did yapping alot bila dengan Najihah. From kerja stories, relationship stories (yang tak pernah jadi), sampai cerita peribadi semua keluar. I’m really grateful to have Najihah. I don’t even know macam mana dia boleh tahan dengan perangai aku. Thank you, Ji. Please jangan serik kawan dengan aku 🙏

One thing both of us can really relate this year is :

bila nak dapat jodoh ni sebenarnya, ya Allah?

It’s kinda funny how both of us tried using dating apps, hoping to find jodoh, but ended up annoyed gila with the guys there. Ya Allah… semua red flag 🚩Ada lelaki yang out of nowhere minta gambar selfie, padahal belum tanya umur berapa lagi. Yuck, tak suka. Tak sampai seminggu pun, both of us already delete account. Swipe sikit-sikit je terus: dislike, dislike, dislike.

Hopefully, in these remaining 3 years before turning 30, both of us will finally meet a good jodoh — bukan yang bagi headache, tapi yang bagi duit dan kebahagian😌

Uncle Neoh 👲🏻👻

I never told anyone this story about this uncle cina before. Long story short, saya kenal dia because he was a friend of my late brother-in-law. Lepas abang ipar saya meninggal, I helped my late brother-in-law's wife jaga her small café. Dekat situ lah I first met this uncle.

His name was Neoh Thuarn something… honestly I don’t remember his full name sebab nama dia tak macam Chinese name biasa. But yes, he was Malaysian. Uncle ni baik gila. Kalau kami sibuk dekat kedai sampai tak sempat breakfast, he will always buy food for us. Kadang-kadang dia datang kedai just to ask,

“Lu orang mau makan apa hari ni? Saya belanja. Pizza mau?”

Like… terlalu baik sampai rasa suspicious sikit 😭

Kadang-kadang dia datang bawa makanan entah dari mana dia beli. So yeah, a bit suspicious lah. Ye lah, kalau main bedal je, halal haram pun entah 😭 Tapi overall, uncle ni memang baik. Durian, rambutan, manggis, mata kucing, apam balik, KFC, Pizza Hut, udang frozen — semua dia pernah belanja. Serious, apa saja lah yang dia tak bagi makan.

Then one day, uncle suddenly disappeared. Banyak hari dia tak datang kedai. I thought maybe dia merajuk sebab ada satu hari tu I tak sempat layan him sebab busy kerja. Dia tak datang sampai lepas Hari Raya.

One night, I got a WhatsApp call. But masa tu I tengah kemas rumah, phone tinggal cas dalam bilik, silent mode pulak tu. Lepas siap mandi semua, terus nak tidur. Last-last check phone, baru nampak Uncle Neoh call. Tapi dah pukul 11 malam, and I was super tired. So I thought,

“Esok pagi lah call balik.”

Next morning, I pergi kerja macam biasa. Kedai sibuk gila sampai lupa terus nak call. Bila dah slow sikit, around 8 pagi lebih, baru lah I call him back.

WhatsApp call — tak dapat.

So I call guna credit biasa.

Someone picked up… but it was a woman.

Conversation macam ni:

Me: Hello, Uncle Neoh ada?
X person: Hello, who is this?
Me: Saya kawan Uncle Neoh. Dia selalu datang kedai. Semalam uncle ada call saya. Uncle okay?
X person: Oh… uncle takda. Uncle pergi jalan-jalan.
Me: Oh okay. Nanti saya call balik. Thank you.

At that time I was like… okay pelik sikit, but never mind.

BUT WAIT.

About 15 minutes later, a Chinese customer datang. This uncle selalu datang dengan wife dia minum kopi. While I was making coffee, tiba-tiba uncle ni sembang dengan saya.

Uncle Cina: Eh, itu cina tua yang selalu tolong you… lama takda ah?
Me: Haah uncle. Lama dah dia tak datang. Tapi semalam dia ada call saya.
Uncle Cina: Itu cina tua sudah lama takda lor.
Me: Takda???
Uncle Cina: Ya lor. Sudah lama mampui.
Me: Aikkk uncle jangan main-main la. Baru tadi saya call, adik dia cakap dia pergi jalan-jalan.
Uncle Cina: Mana ada… dalam WhatsApp sudah banyak orang share gambar dia.

BRO.

I was TERKEDU. Like system crash. One whole body meremang.

If Uncle Neoh already meninggal…

⁉️ SIAPA YANG CALL AKU MALAM TU??

⁉️DAN KENAPA PULA ANGKAT CALL CAKAP “UNCLE PERGI JALAN-JALAN”??

Jalan-jalan ke mana weh 😭

Lepas tu I tried calling the number again. Phone already off.

After that day, other Chinese customer datang, semua cakap benda yang sama. Siap tunjuk WhatsApp group community Cina lagi. Uncle Neoh died few weeks after raya puasa which was on April . So who the hell called me on June?

I mean… kalau family salah call, kenapa call nombor aku??

Anddddd lepas je tahu cerita sebenar, I started seeing kelip-kelip masuk bilik at night.

Orang tua-tua cakap,
kalau kelip-kelip masuk rumah…
itu kuku cina mati 👻
(Please don't ask me orang tua mana yang cakap macam tu....)

Till today I still don’t know…
was Uncle Neoh just very kind…
or very rajin check on people from the other side 😭💀

My mother, my tempat pulang 🌻

My mother has always been my tempat pulang. No matter how jauh I run, no matter how broken I become, I always end up coming back to her. Lately, I notice something that makes my chest feel tight. Sometimes when mother tengah masak, I just stand there and look at her hair. Dulu hitam. Sekarang penuh uban.

It makes me sad.

Why are you growing old so fast, mother?

Can’t you slow down?

Can’t time be kinder to you?

I don’t even know how to live my life if one day you’re not here anymore. The world already feels too loud, too harsh and you are the only place that still feels safe. The first six months of this year, I was cold towards you. Mother told me later, she noticed. She said I was so close with my sister back then, sampai kadang-kadang I ignored her.

I regret it.

Sangat, sangat menyesal.

I chose to be close with someone who literally stabbed me from behind. Depan mother, dia mengata saya. Depan saya, dia mengata mother. Such a snake, hiding behind a familiar face.

Last July was the last time I stayed with her. I thought helping her was the right thing to do. If you read my previous blogpost I have wrote about my sister pindah rumah. I followed her, lived together for one month, just to help at the shop. But I couldn’t tahan anymore. Mother knows how long I tried. How much I endured. I helped with everything, without asking for anything in return. Even mother eventually couldn’t stand her behavior. Mother stopped helping her make nasi lemak every day.

So yes, I left.

And I came back home.

I pulang ke mother semula.

The last six months of this year were not easy at all. Mental breakdown after mental breakdown. Imagine helping someone sincerely, being there for them at their lowest point, only to be betrayed, talked about, stories twisted. That broke me. And when I was falling, mother was there.

Every single day.

Hari-hari mother peluk saya.

Hari-hari mother whisper,

“Takpe ayang, Allah ada.”

Mother held me when the world felt too heavy to carry. She stayed, even when I had tantrums. Even when I cried for no reason. Even when I was difficult to love. Mother healed me, slowly. Pelan-pelan. She tried so hard for me. She carried my pain silently, without ever complaining.

Now I look at her again. Older, more tired, but still loving me the same way. I just hope I’m not too late to repay her love. I feel frustrated because I’m still nothing. Still trying. Still struggling.

Ya Allah, panjangkanlah umur mother.

Lebihkan umurnya daripada umurku.

Kurniakan kesihatan yang baik untuknya.

Lindungilah dia setiap masa, dan berkati hidupnya.

I hope there is a special syurga just for mothers like her. I love you, mother. And selfishly, I hope I die first because I don’t think I can survive in a world this hard without your prayers. She is my doa, my home, and my tempat pulang 🤍

Choosing peace, not chaos 🌳

This year, I did butterfly hug therapy so many times I think my arms are permanently shaped like an X. It’s such a simple thing , just cross your arms, hug yourself. Tapi somehow it saved me from nights that felt endless. Sometimes I looked at myself doing it and thought, wow kesian juga aku ni. Kesian dekat diri sendiri. And for once, I didn’t run away. I hugged myself harder and whispered, you got this, maybe. Very cinematic, very main character vibes.

At some point, I had a serious chat with myself.

Cukuplah bantu orang lain.

This time, bantu diri sendiri pula.

Focus on yourself, please. Seriously.

Honestly, if AI could track how many times I wished to end my life this year, I think the system itself would crash. There was a point where ending my life seemed easier than living in this cursed simulation. Like… subscription to life feels very expensive this year. Penat. Sumpah penat. Even now, writing this, I’m like… world, boleh lah kot chill sikit.

But here’s the plot twist. Ending myself was actually… hard. Who knew, right? Maybe sebab ada secebis iman dalam hati. Or maybe sebab I’m scared of the big unknown. Or maybe sebab I remembered that my cat would judge me in the afterlife. I honestly don’t know. All I know is… I stayed. Bare minimum survival mode activated ✔️

I overthink. Like… Olympic-level overthinker. Sometimes it’s just one thought. ONE. And suddenly my brain calls a meeting, invites every worst-case scenario ever, thinking panjang lebar sampai takut, cemas, confidence slowly exits the chat. I hate that part of myself. But I’m learning not to roast myself for it… too much.

Last week, I read about stoicism. Yes, me, suddenly philosopher vibes. I’m tired of fighting everything. Tired of reacting to every word, every memory, every betrayal, macam dunia ni rasa penting sangat. Stoicism told me something I desperately needed to hear not everything deserves your energy. Some things deserve silence. Some deserve distance. Some deserve to be left on read.

There are things I can control:

my thoughts, my actions, my response.

And things I cannot control:

people’s nonsense, their words, their choices,

and their audacity.

Stoicism doesn’t promise an easy life. Sad but true. It just teaches a calmer way to carry a hard one. I don’t want to be emotionless. I just don’t want my emotions to hijack me like a bad TikTok trend. Next year, I want to live more inward than outward. Berhenti sekejap before reacting. Pause. Breathe. Ask myself, Is this within my control, or should I just let it go and scroll webtoon?

When my mind starts overthinking, I want to ground myself in the present: apa yang aku nampak, apa yang aku rasa, apa yang nyata sekarang. Not the disaster my brain is already writing a Netflix series about.

I want to accept that pain will come. But suffering doesn’t need a permanent residency permit. I want to stop explaining myself to people who are fully committed to misunderstanding me. Like, I don’t have time for your nonsense. Penat weh explain, hang bukan nak dengar punnnn.

I want to practice gratitude, not because life is perfect, but because somehow, against all logic, I’m still here. Most importantly, I want to be kinder to myself. Less judgment. More discipline.

Quiet strength, instead of loud chaotic survival.

Still broken? Yes.

Still overthinking? Of course.

Still alive? Somehow.

And honestly… that’s enough for now.

🕊️🐻‍❄️☁️🌱

This year, I am still broken. Some wounds masih clingy, some pain refused to leave like bad guests. But somehow, Allah still decided, okay, Nadiera, let’s give you some good people. Orang-orang baik yang muncul tepat pada waktunya. Macam plot twist yang tiba-tiba tapi sedap hati.

They didn’t fix me.

They didn’t save me.

But they reminded me that not everything in this world is out to get me. Some things are actually… okay. Shockingly okay.

Maybe that’s how Allah shows mercy, bukan dengan buang semua drama, tapi dengan bagi sedikit ketenangan dan kebaikan kecil bila saya paling perlukan. Quiet days. Warm hugs. Smiles that felt like tiny answered prayers. Even when I was like, apa benda pulak ni aku kena hadap sekarang? There were signs that Allah still had my back. (Matacheee ya Allah.)

Sometimes, mercy came in silence. A chance to just breathe, scroll webtoon tanpa rasa guilty, or sit with my overthinking brain tanpa kena panik. Sometimes, it came disguised as hardships jugak. Pain, heartbreak, disappointment, basically life testing my stamina. Tapi somehow it made me stronger in ways I didn’t see at first.

Allah’s mercy isn’t always comfy. Sometimes it’s the secret lesson hiding behind the chaos. And somehow, He gave me courage to come back to myself. To try again. To choose myself. To hug myself and whisper, you are enough, okay? Even when I felt broken, I kept moving, slowly, quietly, like a ninja… but clumsier and more dramatic.

So I end this year with a heart that is still healing. Still fragile. Still messy. But also ridiculously grateful. For the kindness of strangers and friends. For the tiny mercies I almost missed. For Allah, who never left me, even when I wanted to scream, throw a tantrum, or dramatically quit life. And somehow, that is enough for now. Enough to step into 2026 with messy hope, slightly chaotic faith, and a sprinkle of “okay, we got this… maybe.” 🤍

That’s my review of 2025.

Thank you, 2025.

Annyeonghaseyo, 2026.

Let’s see what nonsense, blessings, and little miracles you bring.

Kind regards, from a tired human,

Nadiera Hashim

11:30 p.m

Kedah, Malaysia.

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