By enamora

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight

Ramadhan Kareem

Dearest love, 

I hope this message finds you well. 

The month of Ramadhan is that in which the Quran was revealed, a guidance to men and clear proofs of the guidance and the distinction; therefore whoever is sick or upon a journey, then (he shall fast) a (like) number of days; Allah desires ease for you, and He does not desire for you difficulty, and (He desires) that you should complete the number and that you should exalt the greatness of Allah for His having guided you and that you may give thanks. 

O you who believe! Fasting is prescribed for you, as it was prescribed for those before you, so that you may guard (against evil) 



Quiet little voices

I woke up, knowing the night was still dark. And in my sleep, I kept thinking about the times I used to be vague. I was covered in sweat by the minute. I turned around, my wife is still asleep. And so I thought, it was just a dream. I am waking up to reality. THIS is reality. No one got hurt. No one got hurt. 


Life sometimes gets in the way of love. The stresses of work, family, and everyday things easily slips into people’s daily life. It feels a lot easier to remain quiet and hope that things get back to normal quickly. But when days turn into weeks, the fear becomes that this is the new norm or worse things are ahead. It would much easier to be straight-forward and ask what is going on before jumping to conclusion.

I have been too angry all the time. Too stressed. And it is affecting the people around me. I doubt myself, to which I feel I am just an empty vessel making a loud, unpleasant sound.


I am not going to miss my chance. Not this time, not anymore. She is the best that ever happened to me. And I am going to make it work. Because nothing last forever, but she makes me live in that moment of what we called, ‘forever’. I am not letting this one go.

Dearest love, I hope this message finds you well.



Dearest love,
I hope this message finds you well.

Talk about the issues of the heart. How much can we endure a certain pain, to be hurt by the ones we love too deep. we are warned of the things that can happen as we went to the phase of pre-weddings. Now it seems that we argued more then we love. Call me ego, but I never see that wrong in myself. But how do I point out her mistakes without offending her. Who am I dealing: Someone being the eldest, who lived her life command and control. I had to stop her from looking at me like I am just one of her siblings. No. Because I will be the man who lead, not her. We still have 6 months left, but I already feel the disrespect from her. I cannot blame the way she was brought up, I had to take pity instead. Sometimes, I wonder what the Prophet s.a.w would do if Aisyah r.a did this to him. And all I found out, was that he left. He didn’t sleep at home. Let her miss his presence. The ending story was she eventually used the time to reflect, and seek forgiveness. I know my story wouldn’t end this way, not when she’s hard-headed and never see the wrong in herself.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Optimistic

Dearest love,
hope this message finds you well.




How do we fuel the fires of optimism? As the year 2016 begins to unfold, we are surrounded by the pressure to achieve something we had planned for, or goals which we never get to fulfill from the past year. There is only so much that our human body can take until it finally cries out to break. Dealing with those pressures are not productive if we loose focus. Hence this shot I took is a simple method called ‘Macro’. It focuses on little things in life that we tend to overlook as we rush from place to place. When the going gets tough, stop where you are. Take a step back, and look deeper in one direction. Watch the little details available. Apreciate that moment.


2015 Best Nine

Dearest love,

I hope this message finds you well, wherever you may be.



  1. Travelled to Krabi, Thailand  for the 2nd time
  2. *due to the sensitivity of my job, I shall say no more*
  3. Got engaged to my beloved girlfriend
  4. The birth of Chan Azzah Hani
  5. Elder brother’s wedding
  6. The start of The Unknown Artist photography channel
  7. Travelled to Bangkok, Thailand
  8. Travelled to HCM, Vietnam
  9. Travelled to Bandung, Indonesia

How stubborn are my scars when they won’t fade away? Or maybe this are just a gentle reminder that now are better days.


2016, lend me your heart as a collateral and without any % interest



Dearest love,

I hope this message finds you well.

There might come a day that Allah allows you to fall in love, and when you do you’ll be unable to fall out of it. And so He’ll put it in your heart to pursue her, and you’ll do whatever it takes to have her. Then one day you’ll go to her father and ask for her hand, and Allah will soften her father’s heart so that he’ll allow the union between you. You will marry her, and realize how lucky you are, and that despite her flaws you have been given the perfect compliment to yourself, You can see in her eyes everything good you want for yourself, and you realize that every night that good lies beside you. Marriage  will be difficult, she’ll be difficult, but she’ll be something you’ll pursue the best in, always thinking of her first, considering how she feels, and determined to treat her better than any other man on earth could have.

And so you two will grow old together; and if you did things right you’ll fall in love with her again and again and again each day, but only if you realize that love isn’t something you find but something you create. It’s something that abounds from the realization that you’re both frayed, and that your union works best when following God’s design. You see His design and see that Allah braids you two together, and despite your flaws and your frying, you’ve made stronger that you two ever were separated. You’ll realize that your families should be there for you, that being patient and not rushing is a key to success, and that putting God before each other is most important.

Then there will come a day when you realize that losing her would be worst then death itself, and so you hope and pray to God that you pass away before she does, because otherwise you know you would live the rest of your life dying from the poison of your broken heart. So you pray and pray and pray that God bring you home, before he brings her, not only so that you don’t have to live without her, but so that you can beg God to let her in to jannah for how perfect she has been to you.

“Till Jannah”, they say

Dearest love,

I hope this message finds you well.

How to we define a certain complex situation where we have a strong desire not to lose an argument. I googled my way to find the right word, however even google couldn’t proffer what I need. As we pursue to solidify our point of view, we are somehow finding ways to hit our opponent somewhere where it will hurt. Badly. That said, we never thought about the consequences should the situation persist. So another question came in to play; how do we define maturity. Is it the diverse in age, gender, culture or just plain experience ossify our definition of maturity. I beg to differ. Because maturity comes from action. How much are we willing to sacrifice in order to put an end to a situation, avoiding a prolong argument. With all these questions that come about, I seek answers.

Not tonight. As you twist and turn my words against yours, I resume my role as the losing side.


Always have, always will

As I search for the light at the end of the tunnel

Dearest love,
I hope this message find you well.

As these endless thoughts drip from my soul, every single word secretly paints a fairytale long lost at sea. Eyes as I lay crying, forfeit at the sight of you being in pain. Cold scalpel’s steel whispers tear at my very core, as I cling to my memories of you (I miss you so). The light at the end of the tunnel, that shone through my painful darkness, is a blinding vision of your eternal smile (I need you so bad). You captivate me by your resonating light and now I’m bound to you by life. Darling, will you please take a walk with me. We can count the stars that disappear. Last night I had a dream. Saw your eyes in a memory painted in the sky. You smiled and said to me, “a love like this can never truly die”. Then calm consumes me. Baby come home soon.

The end of Ramadhan


“And when My servants ask you, [O Muhammad], concerning Me – indeed I am near. I respond to the invocation of the supplicant when he calls upon Me. So let them respond to Me [by obedience] and believe in Me that they may be [rightly] guided.” – Surah Al-Baqarah [2:186]

Eid Mubarak to all.