The Little Women

  I know my child sometimes dreams a whole-hearted dream Where he’d be tossing and turning accompanied by an occasional shriek and scream,  Sometimes he even cries on some small corner of his eyes. I honestly don’t know whether it’s a sad feeling or simply a bad dream; Is it a universal thing or only in my offspring; So tell me, honestly, tell me what do you think? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, April 22nd 2026. Written at 5am on a Wednesday.

I actually like the color blue With its soft glow and the very pretty hue, reminds me of the sky when the morning is due. But why is it always associated with the feeling, blue? Even though it is such a pretty, pretty blue. I think everyone’s just trying to make sense of everything. Human-wise, feeling-wise, any-ways that makes them all correlate with each other; resonate with each other. It’s humanized that way. Humane. Is it just me, or it’s anybody? Do you also like the feeling blue? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, May 15th 2026. Written at 3am on a Friday.

Being remembered is something; something straight out of nothing. You don’t have to do, You don’t need to achieve, You only just have to be. To be you, doing or not doing. To be you, achieve or not achieving, To be you, present; not presenting. When performing gets tiring, that’s  the sign of you drowning. And then you cried; that’s the sign of you breaking. So tell me, tell me who are you when you’re not performing? Are you sad, are you happy, Do you angst, do you not angst? Will you catch you, when you fall? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, May 2nd 2026. Written at 11am on a Saturday.

Go ahead, love.   Go ahead and find yourself, Go ahead and find your faith, Go ahead and find your purpose. Go ahead and create. Create  a world within this world  that is kind, tender, and brave. Create a world that is loved. Loved enough to believe in themselves, to believe in others, to believe in the kindness of the wind and the bravery of the fallen tree. A world that is brave enough to dare, to dream, and to be. And then trust me, love. When you do, you will be forever free. Ananda Khaira Azizah,  Pekanbaru, April 19th 2026. Written at 4pm on a Sunday.

But now, baby, Now she can breathe life  as much as it breathes life into her. With sparkle and passion and care, She lives her life slowly and gratefully Alongside her two children by her side. Guiding them as they guide her, Loving them as they love her abundantly, fiercely, and lovingly. A warm hearted exchange of affection between the most warm hearted people in this wide, wild world; A mother and her children. You can find that love in the middle of the night (For several times a night), In the middle of meltdowns, In the middle of their downtimes & literally everywhere, every time. You can find that affection anytime. So cheers to all mothers in the world, cheers to all mothers of the world. Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, April 22nd 2026. Written at 4am on a Wednesday.

For the life that would’ve been lived over and over again Will you do it differently? Will you do today differently than yesterday; or you like it so much you will do exactly the same? The exact same thing in the exact same place, on the exact same time with the exact same people? Only the result would have been the same too, then. So if you get to do life differently, Will you do it or will you not? What will you do if you get a fresh new start, every brand new day? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, April 9th 2026. Written at 7am on a Thursday.