A companion to my previous article: The Forgotten 4%. In this writing, I will talk about half of the forgotten ones. Unlike the previous article

“Watch the world from the sidelines Had nothing to prove ‘Til you came into my life  Gave me something to lose  Now I know what

Every morning, the bus came at 7:42. And every morning, she arrived at 7:43. It became a routine so consistent that even the pigeons at

I joined usrah about four years ago. Why did I join? Because I have always loved learning, and the thought of staying connected with God

Buat separuh Disela-sela luka ku itu, ada indah yang mengisi, yang meniupnya, membalutnya yang mengusapnya , menciumnya yang ada bersamanya saat ia mengalir yang menyembuhkan

So here is my disclaimer: I am human. And humans are bad at surviving pressure. We improvise. We lie to ourselves. We call endurance strength