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36 weeks by my last period. 34 weeks by ultrasound. And somehow, here we are. When I look at the number of weeks, I can hardly believe how far we have come. It feels like yesterday when I was still trying to understand what was happening inside my body, still wondering if I was really going to become a mother, still learning how to accept all the changes that were happening to me. And now, my little son, we are getting so close to the day when I will finally meet you. This month may be your last month inside Mommy's tummy. Just writing that sentence makes my heart feel strange. Part of me is so excited that I can hardly wait. I want to see your face. I want to know who you look like. I want to hold your tiny hands, touch your cheeks, hear your first cry, and finally see the little person who has been with me every single day for these many months. But another part of me feels nervous. There is something emotional about knowing that our time together like this is almost over. For mo...

  First Trimester – The Beginning of Our Greatest Blessing As I write this, I am already 27 weeks pregnant, and my heart is filled with nothing but gratitude. Alhamdulillah, Allah has blessed us with the opportunity to become parents, and every single day I thank Him for entrusting us with our precious little one. To our baby, thank you so much for coming into our lives. Even though we haven't met you yet, you have already changed our world in the most beautiful way. Our journey began in early February. At first, I developed a sore throat and a mild fever. The doctor assured me that there was nothing to worry about, but deep inside I felt that something was different. Day by day, my body became weaker, and I also realized that my period was late. We decided to buy a pregnancy test just to make sure. One early morning, before Fajr prayer, I took the test. To my surprise, two red lines appeared. I immediately showed it to my husband, but we were both unsure because one of the lines w...

I never imagined the ache and the joy of teaching would find me again from the sidelines, a warmth that bloomed not from standing at the front of a classroom but from the small, luminous corners of my life where my husband and his students live. For a while I stepped back from the daily rhythm of lesson plans and school bells; I thought that by taking a break I would leave a part of myself behind, that the quiet of no longer grading papers or hearing the chorus of teenage voices would slow the pulse that teaching had long given me. Instead, that pulse found new life through him — my husband, a secondary math teacher and the devoted homeroom teacher of Year 7 Sapphire at Naypyitaw International School of Acumen. Through his stories, his worries, his laughter, and the little rituals of family life we share, I was reminded that teaching is not merely a job but a way of being: patient, curious, tender, and endlessly hopeful. Watching him prepare for school, listening to his late-night reco...

  Becoming a Form Teacher at SIS Palembang this year has been one of the most unexpected, heart-warming, and profoundly meaningful chapters of my entire teaching journey. It was a step into the unknown. I walked into this school as a first time international school teacher. hmm of course nervous, excited, and constantly wondering: Would I fit in? Would I connect with the students? Would I even be able to do this well? Then I met Secondary 1B. They are just fifteen students, six wonderful girls and nine dynamic boys. But somehow, they manage to fill the room with enough personality, noise, colour, and glorious chaos to feel like thirty. They didn’t know it on that tentative first day, and certainly, I didn't either, but they were about to become one of the most significant and meaningful experiences of my life. The Dynamics of Our Little Cosmos Our classroom quickly evolved into its own unique cosmos, a space where every student held a distinct gravitational pull. The nine boys of ...

  If someone had told me that right after saying "I do," I would be living thousands of kilometers away from my husband, I probably wouldn’t have believed it. But as we all know, life moves in the most unexpected ways. For Khairu and me, our first week as a married couple was also our last week together for a long time. Right after our akad nikah (wedding solemnization), we had to go our separate ways for work. Khairu flew to Myanmar , and I stayed right here in Palembang . That's how our long-distance marriage began. The Reality Check: Tears and the First Farewell The moment he left, the reality hit me—hard. Being a wife who lives far away from her husband is not easy at all. The first week was the absolute hardest. It was filled with tears, a mind that couldn’t focus, and emotions that came rushing whenever I saw something that reminded me of our short but beautiful moments together. Everything felt overwhelming, as if my heart was still trying to understand how quickl...

Who would have thought that I would find my true love this quickly? It feels like just yesterday I wrote about how humans fall in love in three phases — and somehow, I’ve already reached the final one: true love. I still don’t know how to express it perfectly, but my heart is overflowing with gratitude. Allah has written this story for me in such a beautiful, unexpected way. What amazes me most is that my true love came from someone I’ve known since 2021. For years we never even met in person — not until he finally came to Palembang for the first time in June 2024. I even wrote about that moment in my story “One Fine Day” , our very first meeting in real life. I also wrote about how he proposed in “A Long-Distance Love, Written by Allah.” And now, here I am writing the next chapter: the journey leading up to our wedding day . So, enjoy the story. At first, everything felt sudden. We originally planned to get married in April 2026, but when we tried choosing a suitable date, nothing ...