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  23 September 2026 – 28 September 2026 My dearest son, Zake Arkan Wijaya , How are you, my little one? It has only been a week since you left this world, but it feels like time has stopped somewhere between the moment you came into our lives and the moment we had to let you go. Five days. Only five days. Your time with us in this world was so short, but those five days have become some of the most meaningful, precious, and unforgettable days of Mami and Papi’s lives. You were born on 23 September 2026 , and on 28 September 2026 , you returned to Allah. Only five days separated those two dates. Five days that may seem so short to other people, but to us, they contained a lifetime of love. Five days of knowing that you were here. Five days of calling you our son. Five days of looking at you, worrying about you, praying for you, fighting for you, and loving you more than words could ever explain. And even though I wish with all my heart that Allah had given us more time with you, Mam...

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...