Made You Smile

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.

I think I don’t share as much about my growing of greens on this blog as much as I did on my Instagram. It felt simpler to microblog the progress of my greens’ growth on Insta.

But anyway, the last microgreen I grew was coriander and I had the opportunity to give the harvest to my mum.

I was surprised that she liked the taste of my greens! She said it suited the dish she cooked as well! It was her first time trying a Bangladeshi recipe called Chicken Labadar.

I have to admit it feels pretty awesome to see my produce on a plate! It’s a good vote of confidence as well. Like yeah, I can totally do this!

However, I’m still cautious if my good luck in growing microgreens is just a fluke.

I don’t have anymore microgreen seeds so I thought I’d try growing some random plant. I bought the following seeds from the local supermarket:

I told myself that if I can grow these successfully, then perhaps I have a green thumb.

Unlike microgreens, the germination for full-sized plants take longer. For these seeds, it would be about twice as long.

So yeah, let’s see how it rolls out.

This week is going to be hectic. My workplace will be launching a special collection this Friday.

I have no idea how I’ll survive Friday as I’ll be starting work at 8am and I have a jamming session at 9pm.

All the best to me.

May Allah grant me His Favours. – MM


Learning From One Another, Leaning On One Another, Stronger Together

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.

“Just be yourself,” said my undercover boss.

He is the second nonfamilial man in my life to tell me that. And it came with quite an impact.

It’s quite a cliche that gets thrown around pretty often but for someone who has just gotten to know me to say that, the words bear a heavier weight than they usually do.

It’s not everyday that people can accept you for who you are quickly and allow you to be yourself.

Besides that, I seemed to have adopted a more rugged attitude from him. I used to sweat the small stuff a lot but now, I’m just like fuck that shit, I’m gonna get on with life anyway. Especially at work now, a lot of people don’t want to do things they don’t find enjoyable when it’s actually their responsibility, and they’re of a higher grade than me. They kept saying they have many tasks to do. So I don’t know man, I have shit to do too but I’mma step up and do them and then when the time is right, I’ll drop the bomb so you guys can sort out your shit yourselves then.

So yeah, basically, the best revenge is to kill them with kindness.

I think that’s how you build an empire state of mind.

“Came here for school, graduated to the high life.”

And Allah is Al-Awwal, The First. – MM

Sweet Love Of Mine

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.

I remember giving up on my pursuit of a passionate romance and I remember specifically choosing to pursue my passion for music.

It was the best decision of my life.

That decision led to marriage and an evolvement of my music career of sorts, as well as meeting people I get to keep as friends.

Learning to let go is just as important as learning to hold on. I have been blessed both ways. It has made me a wiser adult.

Another thing I found out about adulting is the importance of boundaries. Setting boundaries is not easy. Keeping to boundaries is harder. Recently, I have just been scolded by my husband for my loose lips. I don’t want to be scolded again! XD

I’m very happy now. But I’m still harbouring some resentment and anger towards women who have/had it easier but still choosing to be a complete ass to their husbands/partners.

In the end it’s all about boundaries and choices.

I rewatched Moulin Rouge on Netflix recently. I’m still a hopeless romantic at heart. Really enjoyed the flick.

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Had to wait a good two decades or so just to be loved in return.

It feels good to love and be loved.

By my husband.

And by music.

Do not underestimate the power of love. It gives you belief.

I used to hate my voice, envying the voices we all hear on the airwaves. I always thought that a voice is only nice if it’s high-pitched.

But now I know, believing that, is like believing a body is only nice if it’s slender.

So I now believe in my voice and I’ve fallen in love with it.

Nothing quite like a stranger complimenting your voice. Because it’s frank when done on the spur of the moment. Nothing calculated.

I’m going to keep working on my craft and just be better each time.

Speaking of which, my husband helped me to put together my intro song idea for my YouTube videos. Have a listen on my Instagram. We used effect because we think it’s cool for an intro!

I actually asked my followers to vote and they preferred this idea to another intro idea I had called “Airhead”. But one day I’ll get my husband to help me craft it. I believe in its potential!

I finally got to knock off work earlier than usual. Looks like I’ll have time to start on my coriander!

Shike told me that it’ll be rather challenging. I barely managed to scrape a 7/10 for my previous micro broccoli harvest. So now I’m really nervous for coriander. If I can successfully scrape another 7/10 in rating, I will be happy with being consistent at least. You can watch my Planting Broccoli IGTV episodes on my Instagram as well.

My calendar is getting fuller and my work responsibilities are increasing as well. Believe me, I don’t know how I end up being this busy and it’s crazy. What’s crazier is that I know I’ll be busier. Goodness.

Taking a step back, I can’t help but feel mystified by my recent interest in microgreens. I never knew I could grow stuff. Never knew I had it in me.

I think I’m really turning out to be a jack of all trades and master of none. But it’s not so bad to me. I think that’s why I lead a colourful life and I get to explore more. Therefore, I’m forever busy.

And I’m forever thankful to Allah for letting me lead this very challenging yet beautiful life.

And Allah is Al-Mu’akhir, The Delayer. – MM