What matters…


“Strongest17” is what we hoped to be as a batch. Initially it was thought to be that we would be the batch with the best performance of our uni in this upcoming CPA Board Exams 2015. But with all that has happened since June 2014, being truly “strong” seems to be quite far from that. Failures, loss, and the constant growing pressures seem to only rain upon us that it’s almost hard for us to breathe, especially for those of us who have faced the darkest tragedies we could not expect to happen too soon.

But that’s when this single and often neglected truth only becomes clearer. Our strength, our dreamed success…the future isn’t simply by our intelligence, nor by how many hours we spent gruelling in reviewers and textbooks, nor by how many theories we’ve memorized, nor by the titles that have been attached to our names in the past…

No, not by us…

Above all…in the end of the day, when we’re left alone, when we realized true loss, when we’ve fallen ill,when we faced challenges we could not have imagined- no amount of medals, no amount of certifications, no amount of gadgets, no level of grades can uplift nor comfort us…nothing but what we have grown within us, who we have chosen to be, who we chose to surround us and by what principles we’ve chosen to live by.


Crossing Bridges. A short anecdote for this day| Thoughts of An Ahjumma


“By understanding the past you understand the future, unless you change your ways, life will repeat in an endless cycle.”

In the name of GOD, Most Gracious, Most Merciful…

No words can begin to describe what I am feeling today.

Graduation….graduating from college is one of the said most important turning points in one’s life. The crucible, the climax of a stage.

No words can come from me, but by God, that can describe what I’ve learned.

Graduation. Life. Turning Points. Stages.

The moment where I’ll be stepping out of this plane, and crossing the bridge onto the next.

Graduating from college makes me think of that future stage when I’ll be “graduating from life.”

All of the moments, all of the tears, all of the smiles…All of it add up to who and where I am today. And none of them are truly because of me. No, not even the success. I see that now.

Above all, I am always and most grateful unto the One True God.  And certainly, no words can express how grateful I am for the people I’ve encountered in my life, even those I didn’t actually talk to.  Even the shows I’ve seen on TV has taught me certain significant things. *laughs*

And through it all, it’s the tears that seem the more weighty amongst all the experiences.  The struggle, the hurt…all of them, for reasons I’ve came to understand, for reasons I’m just coming to understand and for reasons I have yet to understand, were worth it.


And that’s just talking about going through the “phase” called college.

What more in the whole journey  called “Life”?

What about those who were past this stage? What were you thoughts back then? What are you thoughts now, whenever you look back?



I only pray that I’ll be able to “graduate” from Life, and not flunk it. Ameen.



Digging…and dreams.

Image(In the name of GOD, Most Gracious, Most Merciful…)

The first stage even have a goodly tree grow is to dig its plot, where you want to grow that tree…

A lot of thoughts come rushing in just by thinking that fact…hehehe.

Maybe there can never be too many lessons one can learn from a tree. Hmm…

And in youth today, the seedlings of the future…where are they planted? Are they even (planted)?

It’s something I’ve been trying to write about in this book, or whatever it may come out of it.

I’m still digging…or probably still searching for the good place to put my plot.

If any youth finds and reads this, can I ask? Is there something or somewhere you know you want to go to? A dream? A primary life goal?

For those much mature than us, “grown-ups” as they say- are you happy in the way you’ve grown up to? Or are you still growing? Are you happy the way you’re growing?

Oh, i still have classes…got to go. 🙂

I only hope this wasn’t a thorny, melancholic post. 😀

Perhaps, join me in searching for a good plot? 😀


The Small Girl, Fatahat Saghira