On a boring Saturday.. sitting at her werkstation. No life.

Actually.. got life. But she chose not to pursue it. Becoz she's lazy. Becoz she's tired.

This little humaira is growing up professionally. Growing up is tiring. Growing up means more responsibility, and its heavy.

This little humaira was introduced to dealing with divorce issue. She was introduced to the trauma and emotional disturbance experienced by children below 10 whose parents decided to split. Humaira reflects the feeling of loss.. the emotion of anger and love and self-guilt ALL mixed together when she was broken up... inside...

Imagine the feelings and emotions felt by those affected!

Yes yes, talaq has its hikmah, has its pros. But, how can it be good if the children are left hurt? If the wives are left directionless? If the men are forced to be strong? How can it be?

A young child said....... Teach me bout Life. Tell me why its unfair.

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Little Humaira has been asked numerous times by her friends and family members... why be a slave? Why be the problem solver?

If she doesn't... who else?

Humaira is internalising the problems. This is bad. Humaira yearns to seek comfort... she turns rite, she sees Kak Raihan's little Christmas Tree... she turns left, she sees her dear young volunteer.....

Her dear young volunteer... she wonders what is in her mind at the moment. Finding a boyfriend? Humaira observes her volunteers are starting to flirt around with the opposite gender. Its kinda positive. Well at least they dun flirt around with the same gender. Humaira is being cautious now... humaira needs to listen hardER.....

"to enjoin goodness, and to deny wrongdoings"

It's hard. Humaira is shouting for help.....

Humaira shouts for comfort

Humaira yearns for sakeenah

Humaira seeks for a seed of peace in her qalb

But no hand arrives

But she hears soothing voice... creeping through her heart....

that voice sounds familiar

"Allah will not burden His servant unless to his own capability"

Perhaps that's the answer.... to ALL the questions she asked.

In fact, that was the answer, she gave to all those who seek help.

Tears running down humaira's pinkest cheeks.... She lets it dry.........



Humaira......................... seeking sakeenah

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Little humaira had a dream yesterday. It was vivid. She can still remember the detail. It was on the MRT platform... when she met him. His hair looks different.

Little humaira gave him a smile. His troubled eyes look comforted. Humaira cannot bear to look at him... she turned away... and she cried.

He ran after her. Seeking friendship after rejection. Humaira looked at his eyes. She felt love.

They talked. Humaira's having the best dream since the past 2 months. Humaira didnt want to wake up. Humaira wanted to stay asleep.... and look at his eyes.

Humaira is awake. Humaira is scared.

For dream... reflects one's inner wants..........

Humaira........ red cheeks

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"Kak, I want to be a Social Worker just like you"....someone said. And it came from a guy.

Humaira smiled. Despite the 'we-dun-like-ur-approach-to-the-current-policy-on-volunteers' staff meeting, humaira stayed smiling...

Humaira... standing firm to her principle, while listening to what others say *proud of self*