27/02/2026
Not so long ago, getting up was the mountain I couldn't climb; my soul was dead, and a single whiff of pressure would have shattered me. It’s not about the coffee or the ulam—the instant noodles and rice—it’s about the people who became my life support.
This Holy month of Ramadan, I want to say thank you to my Muslim friends who cradled me like a baby when I was too feeble to move.
I can never repay your kindness and patience; you have my respect and gratitude forever. They didn't pull me from the dark; they just sat on the ground with me until the sun came out.
