Kembara Hati Mawar Safiya

Hello, my dear friends Today, my heart feels a little quiet. Not sad, not happy, just quiet. A little bit thoughtful. So, I went to look inside my treasure box. Do you know what I keep inside? It is my box of postcards, my paper windows to the world! Each postcard is like a tiny story from a faraway place. I opened the box slowly, and one postcard caught my eye. It felt like the right one for a quiet day. A castle in the forest It is a picture from Germany. On the postcard, there is a very beautiful, big building. It looks like a princess castle! The walls are white, the roofs are red, and the towers have round green tops, like scoops of green ice cream! Hehehe. The castle is hiding inside a huge green forest. So many trees, tall and soft, like a green blanket wrapped around it. There is grass too, bright and clean, like a carpet for fairies to walk on. It looks so peaceful. So quiet. So safe. Like a secret garden where nothing bad can happen. The stor...

Today, the world decided to run again. And I had to run with it. Back to the Noise The fever is gone. The pain in my bones is gone. But the slowness, the quiet, the rest... it is all gone too. My sick days were hard. My body was a prison. But today, my work desk feels like a different kind of prison. The computer screen is awake. Beep. Beep. Beep. An email comes. The phone is awake. Ring. Ring. Ring. Someone is calling. My to-do list is awake. It is a long, long snake of words. Work, work, work. Rush, rush, rush. Just a few days ago, my world was my bed. It was a world of pain, but it was a simple world. Now, my world is this chair, this desk. It is a world with no pain, but it is not simple. It is a noisy world. A fast world. My body is better. But my heart feels tired. It misses the quiet. So, in the middle of all the noise, I do my secret magic trick. I reach for my box of treasures. My box of postcards. My box of quiet little worlds. A Busy Doodle My fingers find ...

Today was a loooooong day. Like, really, really, really long! The sun was still hiding under its blanket when my alarm clock shouted, "Wake up!" (It was 4 o'clock in the morning! Still dark outside!) The moon was already smiling high in the sky when I finally walked through my front door. (It was almost midnight! So late!) Right now, my body feels like a sleepy, floppy noodle. Wibble wobble wobble... Why was the day so super-duper long? Because Kak Mawar went on a work adventure! Far, far away to Johor! My mission? To be a super helper! I went to help some very nice staff use a special computer system my team built. Sometimes, computer systems are like tricky puzzle boxes. They hide the answers! My job was to show them the secret keys to open the box. The Run! Part (Going There) To get to Johor super fast, I took an airplane! Zoom zoom! Up in the sky! But first... the airport drama! Oh dear! We needed to fly at 7 AM. Very early! We went to check in because ...

Work Like a River Today, the work did not stop. It is like a river. It flows and flows and never ends. There are emails. So many emails. Beep. Beep. Beep. There are meetings. So many meetings. Talk. Talk. Talk. There are reports. So many reports. Type. Type. Type. My head feels full. It is full of work things. My eyes are tired. They look at the computer screen all day. The screen is my world. It is a world of boxes, and lines, and words about work. It is not a very fun world. Sometimes, I close my eyes for one minute. And I dream. I dream of other places. Places with no emails. Places with no meetings. I dream of the sun on my skin. I dream of the wind in my hair. I dream of the sound of the ocean. I dream of travel. But then, I must open my eyes. And the work is still there. Waiting for me. My body is in the office chair. But my heart wants to be somewhere else. My heart wants to be free. A Ship with a Lion When I feel like this, I have a secret magic tric...

A Very Hard Day Today was a very, very hard day. My body, my house, decided to lock all its doors. My back said, "No, you cannot stand up straight." My knees said, "No, we will not bend." My waist said, "I am a frozen rock." I could not stand. I could not walk. My legs forgot how to work. The pain was a big, heavy blanket. It was everywhere. For days, I have been sick with this ‘demam urat’. But today, it was the boss. I knew I could not fight it alone. Thankfully, I have a friend. A very good friend. He came to my house. He saw me. He did not ask many questions. He came with my own wheelchair. The one that has been my companion on other hard days. Today, that chair was my legs. That chair was my freedom. My friend was my hero. The Clinic and the Wait We went to the clinic. A government clinic. There were so many people. Everyone was waiting. We waited. And waited. And waited. One hour passed. Two hours passed. Three hours passed. ...

A Slow Day Today is another slow day. The fever is still here. It is like an unwanted guest in my body. It makes my bones feel old. It makes my head feel full of cotton. My world is my bed, my pillow, and my blanket. I do not want to watch TV. The sounds are too loud. I do not want to read a book. The words are too blurry. So, I reach for my box of treasures. My box of postcards. It is my magic box. It can take me anywhere in the world, without moving my tired body. The Black Castle My fingers move past sunny beaches. They move past colorful flowers. Then they stop. They touch a postcard that is dark and serious. It is not a happy picture. It is a powerful picture. In the picture, there is a giant building. It looks like a black castle from a fairy tale. It has two tall, pointy towers. They are like two giant fingers pointing up to the sky. The whole building is covered in details. So many lines, and windows, and little statues. It looks like it is made of black lace. T...

A Hot, Slow Day Today, my body is not my friend. I have a fever. My head feels hot. My skin feels hot. But sometimes, I feel very cold inside. It is a strange feeling. My bones hurt. My muscles hurt. In Malay, we call this demam urat . It feels like every part of my body is tired and complaining. I do not want to eat. The food has no taste. I do not want to move. The bed is my home now. It is my world. This world is small. It is just my room. The fan turns and turns. The clock on the wall says tick-tock. It is a slow and boring world. When you are sick, time moves very slowly. One hour feels like one day. In my small world, I look for something to do. My eyes are tired of the phone. My ears are tired of the quiet. I see a box on my table. It is a simple brown box. But inside, it is not simple. Inside are my treasures. Inside are my windows to the world. The box is full of postcards. Friends from far, far away send them to me. Each postcard is a picture. Each postcard is ...

GEDEBUK! Itulah bunyi Kak Mawar semasa terjatuh betul-betul kat depan kedai makan Teluk Senangin. Pantai berpasir putih yang penuh orang melepak. Time tu pendek kata semua mata memandanglah. Memang malu sesangat, tapi terpaksalah letak tepi dulu. Tapi yang paling menyedihkan, cermin sisi kiri motor tu retak seribu. Aha, tapi sebelum Kak Mawar nak bercerita macam mana Kak Mawar boleh jatuh ‘tergolek’ kat Teluk Senangin tu, jom kita patah balik ke tahun 2013 hingga 2019 sewaktu Kak Mawar mula terjebak dengan aktiviti bermotosikal ni. Ini adalah kisah seorang wanita yang asalnya cuma tahu berangan, sehinggalah dia berjaya memulas throttle impiannya sendiri. Kak Mawar la tu... :D Ilustrasi adalah suntingan AI

Kak Mawar nak kongsikan sesuatu yang sangat penting untuk kita, wanita yang menunggang motosikal besar. Pastinya topi keledar, atau kita panggil helmet. Memang nampak macam aksesori biasa, tapi sebenarnya helmet ialah perisai utama antara kita dengan dunia luar yang tak boleh dijangka. Dalam satu detik, ia boleh jadi perbezaan antara selamat dan tidak. Bukan nak menakutkan korang, cuma nak kita semua lebih peka dan bijak memilih. Sebagai seorang ladybiker yang dah melalui pelbagai pengalaman atas jalan, Kak Mawar rasa bertanggungjawab untuk kongsi apa yang Kak Mawar tahu, supaya korang tak perlu ulang kesilapan yang Kak Mawar pernah buat. Nak tahu helmet mana paling sesuai untuk ladybiker? Jom kita sembang panjang sikit. Kenapa Pemilihan Helmet Sangat Penting? Pertama sekali, helmet bukan sekadar syarat SIRIM atau gaya semata-mata. Ia pelindung utama kepala kita. Bila menunggang motor besar, kelajuan, tekanan angin dan potensi bahaya jauh lebih tinggi. Jadi perlindungan pun ...

Kak Mawar masih ingat lagi perasaan masa mula-mula nak beli motosikal besar pertama. Jantung laju macam baru nak confess kat crush . Banyak sangat persoalan dalam kepala. Cukup ke pengalaman? Berat sangat ke motor tu? Sesuai ke dengan fizikal? Dan paling penting... mampu ke nak maintain semua ni? Tapi percayalah, bila korang dah ambil langkah pertama, semuanya jadi pengalaman yang korang akan kenang sampai bila-bila. Hari ni, Kak Mawar nak kongsi pengalaman dan tips peribadi untuk korang yang baru nak mula dalam dunia motosikal besar. Ini bukan sekadar tentang spec dan jenama, tapi tentang bagaimana nak pilih motor yang korang rasa selesa, yakin dan bangga bila menunggang. Bukan sebab orang lain suruh, tapi sebab hati korang sendiri yang kata, "Yes, ini motor aku!" Foto: Unsplash 1. Kenal Dulu Diri Sendiri (Dan Gaya Hidup Korang) Sebelum jatuh cinta dengan mana-mana model, tanya diri sendiri dulu: "Aku nak motor ni untuk apa?" Untuk ulang-alik ke...

Hello my wonderful friends! Have you ever felt like someone else is holding the strings, and you are just a little puppet dancing to their tune? Maybe someone tries to boss you around all the time, or tells you what to think and feel? It doesn't feel very nice, does it? The lovely quote says: "Never let someone else control you." Sometimes, we make a little mistake. We accidentally let someone who shouldn't have power over us... well, have power over us! Someone who isn't kind or fair. Maybe a tricky friend, maybe someone else. We open our heart's door just a little bit, and oops! Someone not-so-nice walks in and tries to take over the house! If this happens, please know: It is okay! You can still find your way back!   You can gently close that door again. You don't have to stay in a place that feels yucky or hurtful (a "toxic environment"). Feeling sad about letting them in is okay too, but the most important thing is to find your freedom again....