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Assalamualaikum and hi everyone! Selamat menyambut bulan Ramadan! Alhamdulillah, this year Allah has given me another chance to fast bersama mother. I’m genuinely excited for this Ramadan. Tak tahu kenapa, but in my heart, I’ve already made a firm intention to not miss tahajud throughout this month. Pssst… period saya datang early, so maybe I can complete a full month of fasting without any break hihi.

This Ramadan feels mostly the same. It’s still me, mother, and abang Hafiz. The same trio. But it’s okay. I hope even when I grow older, I can continue fasting with mother and abang. Growing up, the lively chaos of sahur has faded. Dulu, I could hear the clattering of mother preparing food for sahur while abang-abang lain sibuk kejut everyone to wake up. Now, mother cooks sahur meals at night, by 9 pm everything is ready so mornings are calmer. She’s getting older, probably more tired. And we don’t need to make noise to wake up. Everyone can get up on their own. Not in the mood to eat? Just drink water and have some Nestum.

I can’t help but smile remembering the old days though, when sahur was full of chaos. Abang-abang running around shouting “bangun, bangun!” while mother yelled back “jangan lambat bangun, nanti tak sempat sahur!” 😆 Sometimes everyone was so sleepy we’d spill water or tertumpahkan sambal ikan bilis atas meja. It was noisy, messy, but somehow full of laughter. Now it’s calm, peaceful, maybe too quiet sometimes but I guess that’s part of growing up.

Even so, I feel so blessed to still have family to share sahur and buka puasa with. Some of my friends and even strangers break their fast alone without anyone to accompany them. I pray they don’t feel too lonely or sad during this Ramadan.

Ramadan always reminds me of the little things we sometimes take for granted like the smell of mother’s cooking, the sound of the adhan in the morning, or even just sitting together at the table eating dates and drinking water for iftar. There’s a simple kind of happiness in these moments. It’s peaceful yet full of gratitude.

Semoga Ramadan ini membawa keberkatan dalam hidup kita semua. May we gather as much amal kebaikan as possible and make the most out of this holy month. Let’s cherish every sahur, every buka puasa, every prayer, and every quiet moment. Salam Ramadan 2026! 🌙✨

Stay blessed, stay full of faith,
Nadiera Hashim
4.45 a.m
Kedah, Malaysia. 

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Assalamualaikum, hi. This story is about how one cup of free Milo traumatised me for life. If you think childhood trauma must involve bullying or family issues, no. Mine involved a lori Milo and a lying Bahasa Melayu teacher. I think I was in Darjah 5 or 6, honestly I don’t remember. My memory card masa tu very limited storage. But one thing I will never forget, the day lori Milo datang sekolah.

Lori Milo datang sekolah is like Hari Raya for students. Free Milo weh. Even if only one cup, it still taste like kemenangan. Until today, I still cannot understand why Milo from lori Milo always taste better than Milo bancuh sendiri at home. Same powder, same water, but different level of happiness.

Milo is everyone’s favourite. Me too. Pergi mana-mana mesti order Milo ais. Kalau rasa kaya sikit, order Milo dinosaur. Kalau rasa miskin sikit, order Milo panas and pretend it’s fine. So back to the story.

That day, lori Milo datang sekolah masa subjek Bahasa Melayu. I don’t remember the teacher’s name. She was already old, not cikgu muda with glowing skin and Pinterest vibes. This cikgu liked to cerita random things. Suddenly, she started cerita pasal Milo ada cacing.

Yes. Cacing.

She said her daughter was studying something about food science. Her daughter went to Milo factory, did experiment on Milo powder, and found out Milo powder got worms. While she was telling this horror story, I could see students outside already lining up to get Milo. Some even ambil second cup. Third cup maybe.

Then cikgu ended her story with:

“Eeee… hampa nak pi minum jugak ka…”

With that disgusted face like we were about to drink ayaq longkang. Me and my classmates? Too young. Too innocent. Too bodoh. We believed her 100%. Almost the whole class stayed seated. Including me. Only two or three brave students went to get Milo. Now when I think back, I realise…

Cikgu kami bukan warning.
Cikgu kami membongak.

I swear, mesti after class ended, she probably went to drink Milo too. Maybe even Milo dinosaur.

Now every time I see lori Milo, I feel sedikit ada beef with that cikgu. What made it worse is back then, Milo was such a luxury drink for me. My family tak kaya. Milo was not daily drink. It was special drink. So when lori Milo datang sekolah, students like me really felt the happiness. It was not just Milo. It was moment.

So when I realised years later that her story was fake, I felt cheated emotionally. Spiritually. Milo-ly. Back then, so many stupid food rumours. Not only Milo ada cacing. People said sardine sauce used katak as thickener. I used to geli nak makan sambal sardine. All because teachers and classmates liked to add horror flavour into food stories.

Now we are older. Dunia dah maju. Internet dekat tangan. No one can fool us with “my friend’s cousin’s lecturer's grandfather said…” stories anymore. I have my own money. I can buy Milo anytime I want. Milo ais, Milo dinosaur, Milo peng, Milo with extra Milo, Milo with no shame. No one can scare me with stories about worms, frogs, or secret factory experiments anymore. I have Google now. I have common sense. I have trauma immunity.

But sometimes, when I hold my Milo cup, I still think about that small version of me. Sitting quietly in class. Being obedient. Being stupid in a very innocent way. Believing every adult like they were Wikipedia. And honestly… that kid was cute. She didn’t drink Milo that day, but she learned something more important:

Not all cikgu are right.
Not all rumours are true.

And free Milo is very precious. Now when I see kids lining up for free drinks at school events, I smile like an aunty. In my heart I whisper:

“Pergi ambil. Jangan percaya sesiapa. Hidup ni singkat.”

Forever judging that cikgu silently,
Nadiera Hashim
8:30 pm
Kedah, Malaysia.
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Assalamualaikum. 

Happy birthday to us. We are 26 years old today. I wish I could tell you that I became everything you dreamed of, but the truth is, life turned out harder than we expected. I’m not the shining version of “success” you imagined, and sometimes it feels like I am becoming nothing at all. Maybe you’d be disappointed. Maybe you’d wonder why we’re still fighting every single day.

But listen, I am trying. I wake up, I breathe, I keep going. Even when the world feels heavy, I hold on for us. I keep your laughter somewhere safe in my chest. I keep your stubborn hope alive, even when it flickers like a dying candle. I am doing the best I can with what we have, and that matters more than anyone will ever see.

If you could reach across time, I hope you’d look at me with the softness we used to reserve for a shy, trembling stray cat. I hope you’d see that even if I’m not everything, I’m still something. I’m still here. And that is enough for today.

We may not have the perfect life you dreamed of, but we still have a heartbeat, a sky to look at, and a chance every single morning to start again. And maybe that’s the bravest thing we’ve ever done.

So here’s my quiet birthday wish for us: may tomorrow be a little kinder, may the world surprise us with tiny joys, and may we never forget that even in silence, we are still worthy of love.


With love,
The You Who Survived. 

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P/S: 

To my future self, may you find your happiness, no matter how long it takes. May you always cherish life, even on the roughest roads. Please don’t give up on us. Keep being kind, keep holding on, and keep believing that there is still beauty waiting for you. I love you. 

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Assalamualaikum and hi. 


I am still awake and thinking while listening to a random Relaxing sleep music, Fall into sleep and healing, peaceful piano music on youtube. The truth is, I never quite understand people who sleep easily. Sometimes,  I envy them. How I wish I can just shut myself down when I lie in bed. Don't they have thoughts? I wonder why I can't go to bed and just sleep. 

I don't understand why I have to think so hard about everything the moment I decide to sleep. I've got the worst case of 3am guilt trips and regret. Its when I lie in bed, awake, and I replay all things I did wrong. Sometimes,   I will teringat balik semua moments yang memalukan that I did when I was in sekolah rendah & sekolah menengah.  Sekolah menangah was 9 years ago. Gila! Belum kira lagi berapa banyak random things yang I always fikir berulang kali. Overthinking happens. Tch.

3am knows all my deep secrets, desires and fantasies. My regrets, failed relationships, disappointments and worries are not left behind. But 3am also knows all my happy moments, my family, my cats, friendships, happy fantasies, dreams and hopes too. 

These night muses will sometimes help clear mind or mash everything up further. Either way, it's all we have. Our own thoughts are our world, our home and our friend. 

Vanishing like a ninja in a smoke bomb,
Nadiera Hashim
3:26am
Kedah, Malaysia
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Life’s been kind of a mess lately.

I don’t even know where to start. Everything feels heavy. Some days, it feels like the only way to stop feeling like a failure is to just stop feeling altogether. That thought has been sitting in my chest more often than I’d like to admit.

My hormones are completely out of whack. I’ve tried so many supplements, but nothing seems to work. And it’s showing—especially on my skin. My face is full of acne and scars. Painful ones. Small, stubborn breakouts that keep attacking my jawline, my chin, my forehead… like they’re never going to stop. I hate my skin. I hate how it makes me feel—like I’m constantly trapped in this body that doesn’t even feel like mine anymore.

And then there’s everything else.

Kaklong said she wants to move to a new house somewhere in Kampung Jalan Panchor Kulim. She plans to rent a place there. I don't want follow her. I mean I cannot be with her. But at Kedai she asked me either I will follow her or not. So... Maybe I’ll follow her. I mean, if I don’t, how else am I going to help her with Kedai, right? But sumpah lah, I don't want to live with her and her children anymore. 

But honestly… I’ve been feeling so annoyed with her lately. One thing about my sister is she can be really self-absorbed. It’s like everything has to be about her, her stories, her struggles, her achievements. And in arguments, she always flips it to make herself look good and me feel like shit. She never apologizes, never admits when she’s wrong. It’s exhausting. I feel like I’m losing myself around her.

Part of me wants to run away. I don’t even want to work with her anymore. That’s when everything started to spiral. I’ve been trying to look for a new job searching on Facebook groups, asking around. But nothing. No leads. No idea what’s next. What am I even doing with my life?

And then I start comparing myself with others, my friends, my batchmates. They’re achieving things. Moving forward. Living. And me? I feel stuck. So, so far behind. Too far to catch up.

That’s when the thoughts creep in again, that maybe if I just disappeared, maybe if it all just stopped, I wouldn’t have to feel this failure anymore. I wouldn’t have to keep pretending. I wouldn’t have to keep hurting.

I know this post is messy. It’s not inspirational. It’s not pretty. But it’s honest. And maybe that’s all I have to offer right now.

Signing out,
Still here. Still hurting. Still breathing.
But yeah… feeling like shit.
Nadiera Hashim
5:30 pm
Kedah, Malaysia. 

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Hi, I’m Nadiera. I’m a late-90s baby who loves cute things, cats (they heal me), and green tea (it keeps me sane). Blogging since 2013. I write to dump my thoughts and feelings because my brain is noisy and writing is quieter. Blogging may be “old school,” but if you’re here and reading, thank you for staying. Read slowly. Feel something. Enjoy 🤍

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Ya Allah, forgive my mother for every sin, seen and unseen, and wrap her in Your endless mercy and gentle love; grant her health in her body, peace in her heart, and light in her days, ease her burdens when life feels heavy, calm her soul when sadness visits, and reward her for every silent sacrifice, every tired prayer, and every tear she never showed, place her among those You are pleased with, and by Your grace, reunite us together in Jannah, where there is no pain, only eternal peace. Ameen.

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