One of my college friends has already started her podcast. My high-school classmate is now leading a team of contractors on a big project. My cousin who didn’t finish school is now an entrepreneur of his own brand. Me? I don’t have much to flex other than I’m pursuing my passion to be a writer (crying inside).
It’s very common for us to feel left out. …
I once had a conversation with my friend about writing on Medium. I was persuading him to start writing here. I’m always excited to talk about the platform. I think it’s an amazing opportunity for writers who never make a single penny such as myself to try our luck.
My friend asked me, “Do people really read on Medium, or were they all there to write, hoping that people would read their stuff? You know, like one of those Ponzi schemes.”
I thought that was a funny question. It’s like asking do people really learn on YouTube? But saving my…
I still remember departing with my friends at the airport. I was going to leave them for good to start a new phase of my life. Amid the heavy goodbyes, one of my friends hugged me and said, “I respect you, dude.”
There are moments in life that will stick until we’re old. And I know that that was one of those moments for me. That meant a lot, I wanted to reply but the words were stuck in my thoughts. To be given such a remark was flattering.
Days have passed, but I kept thinking about his compliment. I…
I heard the emcee calling my name on the graduation platform. My heart beat as though I had completed a half an hour jog, but I kept my chin high. Chewing gum to reduce my nervousness, I received my graduation scroll with a confident smile. “Congratulations on your achievement,” said the Chancellor.
As I continued walking down the stage, I felt strange. I’ve just completed my four-year degree, but I didn’t feel much happier. Life didn’t seem too different. Apart from the fact that a path full of uncertainties lies ahead.
I once had a conversation with my Final Year…
Peace be upon you, fellow writers. Allow me to introduce myself since it’s the first time I publish in “The Fellowship Writer”. My name is Abdul Azim, which means the Slave of The Greatest. I’m from Malaysia, currently pursuing my undergrad in New Zealand. I‘ve stayed far from home for about four years now. I am called to advocate about habit-development. The reason is simple — one’s destiny is shaped by one’s habit.
I began seriously writing on Medium in July this year. I got into the platform upon a friend’s recommendation. From the start, I struggle to gain good…
I’m used to having Standard Operating Procedures, Manual and Best Practices whenever I approach a problem (God forbid, I’m an engineer). It doesn’t matter if you’re building a dam or developing self-powered wireless sensors — SOPs help us answer our clients' unrealistic expectations.
Putting my career at stake, I decided to pursue my passion for writing here on the platform. It was fun and all until I experienced the inevitable writer’s block. I cannot finish anything I started.
Nothing scares a writer more than this block. It makes you question yourself, what the hell am I doing? …
Do you feel like you have to be perfect or people will reject you? Do you allow people to criticise and abuse you emotionally to avoid being alone? Or do you avoid relationships because you fear the ultimate outcome — you will be left?
There are many people who are afraid of love. Love induces the feeling of helplessness we experience as a child. We place a great amount of trust in another person which makes us feel exposed and vulnerable.
“We all have parts to play in life. This is the story of the man who played the part of love.”
— Hana Yasmeen Ali
Muhammad Ali was a gift from God to humanity. He possessed the soul of a butterfly. Of flowers that fly and all but sing. His story was neither a legend nor a myth. His life was but a collection of miracles and luck.
17th January 1942 marked the birthday of the champ. His mother was a devout believer. …
Am I a writer? Well, I hope so. I find so much joy from writing.
Or do I?
Is the joy from writing, or is the joy from putting a title ‘writer’ above my head? I really am not sure.
Some days get into the flow as I write. But another day, my mind went somewhere else as I sit to write.
I tried learning the craft from great writers — S. King, P. Coelho, N. Gaiman. Everyone seems to possess the same trait: beyond writing, they love to read for the sake of reading.
Me? I show people that…
My hand trembled as I held the pill. All of my friends have done it. But something feels strange about this… Do I really want to continue, I thought while looking at the black dots which appear magically on my face.
I stopped celebrating my birthday the moment I stepped out of the university. Life goes by incredibly quick. My body grew old a bit faster than I came prepared.
10 years ago, the scientists of Metropolitan discovered a technology that sparked a great dispute among men. The left-wing call it the universe’s mistake: the Anti-Aging pill.
Ironic, but iconic. Stories connect people, but authenticity makes them fall in love.