In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
I woke up today and had Shakira’s Can’t Remember to Forget You playing in my head in a loop. I don’t quite know what’s the significance but it feels meaningful now. Hmm.
Maybe it has got to do with my realisation that sometimes we have to remember to forget as much as we sometimes forget to remember.
Selective memory.
Or maybe I’m also exploring vocals. I used to think that my voice is ugly until I discovered that people actually enjoy different types of vocals. And a voice like Shakira is definitely a standout. Back then, perhaps, the mainstream media was saturated with pop idols that my exposure to vocals was limited to the atypical high pitched sweet voice. As I grew older and listened to more music, I began to like more operatic vocals. And so now I’m trying to understand my own vocals. I don’t think I belong to the clan of high pitched sweet voices. Lower but with a potential to go high. Chey chey. Hahaha. Hmm. I don’t quite know how to describe it.
Ma, in any case, I want to study more in depth about vocals and just, you know, assimilate myself with the art of vocalising.
But yeah, wondering if I can use my skillsfuture credit for it. Hmm.
And Allah is Al-‘Adl, the Just. – MM
Metropolitan Muslimah 