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Reading Challenge Fulfilled

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At the beginning of 2026, I set my reading challenge target to sixty books.

A month or two later, I reduced it to thirty.

I thought it was better to achieve the target than to lose track of it.

This wasn’t cheating, was it?

But at least, I’ve been honest with myself.

So over the last two, no three, days, I finished a wonderful book, and it happened to be the thirtieth one. 

This means my 2026 reading challenge is officially fulfilled.

Now I can read more, without any pressure.

My best reading challenge score was seventy-eight books in 2023, 

and I was so happy with that big harvest. 

But honestly, I’m not sure if I had followed the same strategy back then.

I mean if I had started with a target of thirty and ended up finishing seventy-eight books.

Things didn’t work with the same enthusiasm over the last few years, though.

Why? I wonder sometimes.

But, I do know why.

Mainly because of my stubbornness.

Once I set my mind to read a book, I want to finish it; even if I don’t like it, even if it gives me a headache, and even if it bores me to tears.

And I discovered another reason; the high target I set for myself.

Whenever I planned to read more books, I ended up reading far less than expected.

But we do learn from our mistakes.

So, I will stick to my old strategy; start with less and end up reading more.

And perhaps, for stubbornness, I’ll pretend to forget about the books I don’t like until the end of the year. Then I can say, “sorry but your time is out.”

So… well done, me, for achieving my reading target in August. 

And I will let you know how many more books I finish by the end of this year.

Or you can simply have a guess.

With happy- reading thoughts,

Nahla

Just writing

A Stranger on the Road

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What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?

Well… it’s becoming quite rare when a stranger offers some help on the road.

But of course, one should be careful; not every stranger offers help out of kindness.

So, one day, about two years ago, we got onto the train to make a short visit to our new place, the very place where we live now. 

We walked from the station to our B&B, hoping for a bit of rest and a good meal before going out to explore the city.

But less than an hour later, we left the B&B and booked another room in a hotel. 

Why?

Simply, because the first one was terrible.

Tired as we were, we decided to walk because the weather was one of the best spring days.

It wasn’t until a steep hill, a long steep one, stood waiting for us that I decided it was time to call a taxi. 

And what luck… non of us had a signal.

“Let’s have a little rest and walk again until we get a good signal,” my son suggested. 

But there were no benches around, not even bus stops.

Our one and only option was to keep walking.

But then, a yell and a cry rang behind us.

Our feet stopped, and our heads turned back towards the sound.

A lady stood beside a small parked car, waving at us.

She called out, “Can I help you?” 

We turned to one another and decided to cross the road to ask her for a taxi number. 

She was all smiles as we drew near.

After thanking her and briefly explaining our dilemma, she said she wished she had a bigger car to give us a life to the hotel. 

“Thank you, that’s so kind of you,’ I said and asked again if she knew a taxi number.

She did, and then, unexpectedly, she offered to drive me and my daughter to the hotel instead of waiting. “It’s on my way,” she said, smiling.

I was just about to accept the offer but then a dog started barking from inside the car. 

I looked from the dog to the lady, feeling full of embarrassment.

There was no way my daughter or I could sit next to her dog.

We might smile at a small one on the road, say how cute it looks, but getting any closer especially to a big one is impossible.

The lady smiled, fully aware of our hidden terror.

“I’ll wait with you until your taxi comes,” she said.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the taxi arrived.

We hugged, and I thanked her from my heart.

As I waved to her from the taxi window, I felt as if we had met before. 

For a moment, she reminded me of someone I couldn’t quite place.

“She looked like my friend’s mum,” my daughter said, and I nodded with a smile. 

Could you believe that a stranger on the road might be that kind?

Sometimes kindness appears out of nowhere, just to restore your faith in people.

With faith-in-people thoughts,

Nahla

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Was it a dream, or a good omen?

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If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?

I dozed off after a long, hot, busy day, until a cool breeze wafted towards me.

Before I opened my eyes, I heard a voice, my own voice, speaking to me.

‘Hey there, I’m your future self.’

I didn’t respond; ‘this is a dream,’ I whispered.

My voice gave a light laugh.

‘Listen they just told me to send you a message.’

‘Who told who?’ I asked, wondering why the cool breeze had disappeared. ‘Did anyone shut the window.’ I wondered.

‘WordPress told me, your future self, to send you a message.’

‘WordPress… it will be still there in the future?’

‘Yes, it will. And now just let me deliver the message before I forget it.’

‘Message from you, or from WordPress.’

‘Of course from me, your own future self.’

The cool breeze wafted back, and just before I dozed off again, my future self whispered into my ears and said:

“Write more. Write every day. Your writing will shine, day after day.”

When I woke up, my future voice was still echoing in my ears.

Perhaps it’s a nudge to write something today.

Or maybe it’s a good omen. 

With my-future-self thoughts,

Nahla

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A Sound, a Lizard, and a Big Laugh

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Well… I wish they had taught us how to practically deal with insects and reptiles at school.

Science classes always give scientific information about different creatures, but they don’t teach students how to practically handle any of them in real life.

Schools focus mainly on scientific facts so students can be well informed and prepared for their exam grades. As for the practical part of how to deal with these creatures, schools leave that task for parents to handle at home.

Some parents were raised with good practical experience, enriched by old folk knowledge and techniques. 

Others think and behave exactly like school children, lacking any practical experience except the running-away strategy when they come face to face with those crawling creatures. 

So… one night on our recent holiday, and after a long day exploring different places, my daughter and I snuggled into bed and grabbed our iPads to scroll for a bit before sleeping. 

It was all quiet.

My eldest son had fallen into a deep sleep after finishing his running routine.

Why running in such steamy hot weather and on holiday too? I wanted so much to argue with him, but of course a man in his twenties wouldn’t listen. 

My middle son had already left for Thailand for a couple of days. “Well, Mama, it’s cheaper than flying from the UK.” 

Again a man in his twenties, once sets his mind on something, nothing will change it.

And my husband was out having dinner with one of his acquaintances.

That was why the night felt so still… until a strange hissing sound broke the quiet nearby.

I paused and looked around, wondering whether it was coming from the AC. 

Then it stopped.

I looked back down at my screen and started scrolling again.

A few moments later, I heard the same sound but louder.

This time my daughter heard it too, and we both turned to each other at the exact same moment.

‘Did you hear that?’ We asked together.

‘What could it be?’My daughter whispered.

‘Is it outside or inside?’We whispered to each other, then stood up on the bed, staring around the room in every direction.

Then I remembered I’m the mother here, and I have to find out.

I jumped down, grabbed a slipper, and tiptoed around the room.

I looked down every bed in our big room, under the chairs, and in the bathroom. 

Nothing.

So I climbed onto a chair and started hitting the curtains with my slipper weapon.

“It’s a lizard’s sound.” My daughter said, her eyes fixed on the screen she was holding tight.

That was what I had guessed too as the day before we saw a long one crawling out of the bushes in one of the parks. 

‘How do you know?’ I asked, still standing on the chair but no longer hitting the curtains. 

‘AI,’my daughter replied, ‘he said it’s probably lizard crawling on the outside walls.’

I sighed in relief, grateful for the AI’s generous help.

Then my husband came in.

‘What’s wrong?’ He asked and I climbed down from the chair while my daughter quietly sat back on the bed.

We told him the whole story.

‘Oh yes, they say it’s normal to see things around.’ 

‘Thank God the windows are always locked.’ I whispered. 

The following day, as we were waiting for the taxi to start a new adventure, I told my son the whole story and he couldn’t believe he had missed such an interesting episode. 

And just before getting onto the taxi, my daughter and I heard the same sound again.

We turned immediately towards the source, wondering how long the lizard would be this time.

But it wasn’t a lizard.

It was just one of the hotel porters pushing a big luggage trolley into the lift.

Me snd my daughter looked at each other and burst into laugher until tears flooded our faces.

With funny-moments thoughts,

Nahla

Daily thoughts

Reading Update

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I’ve just finished the second book on my reading list for this month. 

Such a big achievement after a few months of slow reading rhythm.

At the beginning of 2026, I lowered the number of books I hoped to read.

It feels better to meet the target than to miss it. 

So, for my reading challenge, I decided to keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds.

Soon, I will announce the good news of fulfilling my reading-challenge goal.

But of course, I will keep reading.

I’ve returned to fiction over the last two months.

Fiction is intriguing and interesting but that always depends on the book.

When you read a good book, you reach for more by the same author.

And if most of the books turn out to be so good, it becomes hard to turn to another author.

But then, at some point, you have to pause and tell yourself that it’s enough.

It’s time to discover a different world with a different author.

I’m already happily stuck with Lisa Wingate, and I don’t think I’ll turn away any time soon.

With reading-update thoughts,

Nahla

P.S.

Even cats love reading.

The photo is from the Cat Café in Malaysia.

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Which Advice Is Best

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What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

Actually, I’ve learned so many good pieces of advice over the years.

Right now, I’m wondering which one might be the best.

Perhaps by the end of this post, I’ll make up my mind and nominate one as the best.

The first piece of advice that crossed my mind is not to eat a heavy meal at night. Some say it’s bad for digestion, and others say it brings awful nightmares. I appreciate this advice, but I’m not much of an eater anyway, and I rarely eat at night unless we’re on holiday, when your routine goes upside down.

The second piece is to make full use of permissions and not try to play the big hero. I learned this one by heart, and I’ve saved it in my mind ever since, always tied to its miserable memory. 

One day we were on our light back home from holiday. It happened to be during the holy Month of Ramadan. We are allowed to break our fast in some cases, and travelling is one of them. So my husband didn’t fast, but I did. Why? Because I thought it would be okay.  I don’t eat much anyway, and I rarely enjoy the flight food. But of course, it wasn’t okay. A terrible headache struck me, and when I tried to eat or even drink, I couldn’t. This is why I appreciate this piece of advice so much.

The third precious piece is to think positively, to see the cup as half full in any situation. But sometimes the mood loses its efficiency and sensibility, and suddenly the table turns on positivity.  Still this is one great piece of advice.

And then there’s this piece about kindness; do at least one good deed every day. This one is beautiful, and what makes it even more beautiful is its simplicity. Your deed doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive; it just needs to be genuine. I think this might be the best advice… but wait I’ve just remembered another one.

Stop following blindly, stop believing everything.

Isn’t this the best piece of all?

With best -advice thoughts,

Nahla

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Is There Anyone Who Doesn’t Worry?

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What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore?

Well… that reminds me of those old school years when I used to worry far too much about my grades.

Punishment, rewards, and competition were never the real reasons behind those childish worries.

A quiet, shy, dreamy child wouldn’t care much about such concepts, or would she?

But of course, somehow, they found a way to feed my worries. 

I used to worry about my grades because I was hardworking and independent in my learning.

My siblings and most of my friends took private lessons to improve their marks.

I didn’t have any… well except for French, but that was only because I didn’t like my French teacher at school.

So a child and later on a teenager, relying on her own self-learning strategy would naturally worry about her grades. Right.

And I never disappointed my parents, my teachers, or myself. 

Those old worries have now become good memories.

Years later, when I began my postgraduate studies, I didn’t worry  much about achieving perfect results.

Perhaps because a mother has far more important family duties in her heart than the pressure of flawless grades.

And when her sons are in their twenties and her daughter is fourteen, her worries naturally turn towards their choices and decisions, accompanied by a quiet prayer that God always guides them to the right path. 

Amen

With unworried thoughts,

Nahla

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Can It Be a Coincidence?

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What is your favorite quote?

I was scrolling through Insta for a while, then stopped when the notification for the limited time I had set popped onto the screen.

After that, I opened to my reading book; the story is actually interesting, and I am planning to finish it today.

So, just after highlighting a quote, another notification appeared, but, this time, it was WordPress daily prompts.

I paused…

The quote I highlighted is one of my favourites, and the daily prompt asks about my favourite quote.

Can it be a coincidence?

Really.

I didn’t just highlight the quote, I lingered around certain memories. And that was exactly when the prompt appeared, as if nudging me not to lose the moment, to write about it now.

And here’s the quote:

“Forgiveness given is forgiveness gained.”

And here I am, writing about forgiveness.

But first, how do you see forgiveness?

Is it a merit or a fault?

Is it a strength or a weakness?

Is it possible or impossible?

You think… and decide.

As for me, I see Forgiveness exactly as that quote above.

It’s a win, a fair, clean win after an atrocious fight against painful memories, unforgettable hurts, professional lies.

Forgiveness doesn’t come with a silver spoon.

Since there’s a fight, things take time, a really long time, unless you’re an angel, a one-hundred precent angel, who can grant forgiveness straightaway.

Forgiveness shows up in its perfect timing.

This is when you appreciate how blessed, how saved, how strong you are,

when you close your eyes and recollect your bad moments,

and when you whisper to the Creator, asking for His forgiveness.

Then you remember you too need to forgive others.

Once the action is done with pure intention, your life feels brighter, wider, and healthier.

But… just a little note to pin; 

you don’t have to include forget in the forgiveness deal.

Nor do you have to befriend or keep in touch with those who hurt you.

Which means things don’t have to end like a dead-end road, but rather like two separate roads. 

You forgive and start yours.

They feel relieved and take theirs. 

Now… was the quote and the daily prompt a coincidence?

Maybe.

But… can it be a heavenly whisper to extend goodness?

With forgiveness thoughts,

Nahla

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People, Basic Skills, and Cats

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What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

If there’s a basic skill that most people don’t know, I think a superhero is urgently needed to reveal it.

But wait… superheroes don’t know basic skills, do they?

They mainly handle complicated missions with super-duper techniques.

So don’t expect superheroes to be any help with basic skills.

And if most humans need an instructor for basic skills, then they can rest aside for a bit.

Instead… can we think of other creatures who really know some basic skills most humans don’t?

No, please, don’t think of devils.

There are enough humans in devil’s clothing in the world.

Besides, all devilish “basic skills” would be nothing but devilish.

What about angels?

But angels are more protective than instructive.

They’re our pure guardians, not instructors.

What’s left?

Animals?

Yes, they can do.

Wouldn’t Darwin’s theory of “the Descent of Man” support this idea?

I’m not supportive of Darwin’s theory, but let’s pretend his argument was simply that animals know many basic skill most humans don’t.

Have you read I Am A Cat by Natsume Soseki?

I’m not sure if I ever wrote a review of this book.

Anyway, it crossed my mind as I was writing this post.

You know why?

Because the cat, this cute creature, was the main character and the narrator in the book.

And… she actually gives one of the most important basic skills I believe most humans don’t know, even though it’s very basic, and so simple.

Here’s the cat revealing the basic skill most people don’t do:

“In my opinion, there is nothing more unbecoming in the human type than its indecent habit of sleeping with the mouth open. Never in a lifetime would a cat be caught in such degenerate conduct. The mouth and the nose have their separate functions: the former is provided for the making of sounds and the latter for respiratory purposes.” 

Thanks, Cat, and I’m glad to say I’m well acquainted with this basic skills, and thank the Lord I’m saved from this indecent habit. 

With basic-skills-thoughts,

Nahla

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Reading In July

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Well… I wish I could say I finished the book I started reading at the first of July, but I didn’t. 

People say you can read more during the summer holidays, 

but things went totally the opposite for me.

July was my least supportive month for reading.

It was a busy, buzzy month.

Still, my hopes were high, so high that I downloaded two books on Kindle.

I imagined that during the long flight to Malaysia, I would finish both books.

I even thought I would download and read more.

My plan vanished into thin air the moment I fastened my seatbelt on the plane.

Our outward and return flights were both early morning, too early to think of anything except falling asleep.

And then, we arrived full of enthusiasm, couldn’t wait to start our new adventure.

I set my book aside, promising to pick it up before going to bed.

But then, at bedtime, I felt not only tired but awfully drained.

‘Tomorrow at breakfast, I will do some reading,’ I promised my book.

The poor book trapped on Kindle app, sighed and moaned and shed a few tears.

The following day, I woke up late, missed my breakfast, and rushed to get ready to explore more of the city with my family.

‘I broke my promise,’ I remembered and vowed to grab a few moments for reading at any time during the day.

The same routine, with the same unfulfilled promises, repeated day after day. 

Then one day, I woke up with a sore throat, really sore, and blocked ears and nose. 

‘Relax today,’ I decided, and grabbed my iPad to clear the air with my poor book.

The book tittered and muttered as I ruffled through the pages, looking for the page I stopped at.

I had no energy to argue or fight or make peace.

I escaped from the kindle app to WordPress.

Sipping my lemon tea, I wrote a few posts. Two or three? I’ll check the accurate number later.

So even if my reading was poor in July, writing came to the rescue of productivity by adding a few writing pieces during the holiday month.

With July-holidays-thoughts,

Nahla