The First Wrinkle, the First Silence

Written quietly during my COVID isolation, just months before turning 30. A wrinkle, a perfume, and the quietest kind of turning point. It was just the other day—last week, I think—when I checked myself in the mirror and noticed something unfamiliar. Something I had expected would come eventually, but didn’t think would show up quietly on a random…

Written quietly during my COVID isolation, just months before turning 30. A wrinkle, a perfume, and the quietest kind of turning point. It was just the other day—last week, I think—when I checked mys…

Mama, Marriage, and Mortality

It’s been months since the wedding. People still ask how married life is. I say something vague and polite. “ Alhamdulillah .” “Learning a lot.” Sometimes I joke, “We got married in the middle of …

Satu Pagi di Kelas Inspirasi

Di satu pagi yang benderang oleh sinar matahari di ufuk timur, ada yang satu yang tidak biasa di SDN Semper Barat 05. Anak-anak bersekolah di tengah gempuran   optimus   dan   bumblebee   alias truk-…

The Wound and The Bandage

“I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring.” …