Surah Al-Fajr, Verse 27:
يَا أَيَّتُهَا النَّفْسُ الْمُطْمَئِنَّةُ

(It will be said to the pious): “O (you) the one in (complete) rest and satisfaction!
(English – Mohsin Khan)

Surah Al-Fajr, Verse 28:
ارْجِعِي إِلَىٰ رَبِّكِ رَاضِيَةً مَّرْضِيَّةً

“Come back to your Lord, Well-pleased (yourself) and well-pleasing unto Him!
(English – Mohsin Khan)

Surah Al-Fajr, Verse 29:
فَادْخُلِي فِي عِبَادِي

“Enter you, then, among My honoured slaves,
(English – Mohsin Khan)

Surah Al-Fajr, Verse 30:
وَادْخُلِي جَنَّتِي

“And enter you My Paradise!”
(English – Mohsin Khan)


Who are you?

It’s easy to hide behind a name

and be an enigma to people

there’s less accountability

and less probability –

a chance to know

who you really


Moving forward…

IMG_20161222_000042_727Today marks the supposedly 7 years of theyellowglass. Supposedly because, there was a hiatus, and then the deletion of the original wordpress blog, but the spirit of writing was there despite the turmoil.

Well, I’m only here now and then because I know not many know of my presence here, that I get to keep my true identity hidden. That’s a blessing anyway, I don’t like the crowds. And that I get to write without any feeling of judgment being placed on me.

But, I’m just going to keep on learning.




Leaves me wandering and wondering…


I’m not as enthralled as when I’m connected with nature. Inside the woods and the calming stream of the waterfall lies a peace that is always pleasing to the ears, eyes, and ultimately, the soul. It’s invigorating.

A human being may see a leaf as it is – just another organism that is part of an orchestra that plays to the tune of the universe.

A believer in Allah sees a leaf as a sign of His Greatness – how He has perfectly designed its shape and size. It brought me to an insight which every believer should be aware of – Everything is measured. The universe has been created in perfect measurement, and everything happens for a reason. Everything is in order.

The deeper meanings of life, a treasure only the believer in Allah ‘Azza Wa Jal will truly cherish once He has found the true connection with Him alone – according to what He has prescribed for us.

Keep wandering, and keep wondering..

Watching a movie.

Sometimes you watch a movie and you could relate well to the character. Lately I found a piece of me that went missing for quite a while in a movie about one man’s will and desire to fight against the regime of his country. The actor played his part well in delivering the scripts given to him. It is with his acting and how he carries himself outside his professional career that made me realise how movies are just like books – they tell stories, too, but in a visualised manner. Perhaps that was my great mistake in pushing away movies; for years I detested movies because of how they waste our time and life, but as I learn more about storytelling and the impact it has on an individual, it’s given me a great perspective, a fresh outlook on movies.

There are movies that, although I had only a glimpse of them back when I was still a child, somehow they decided to stay at the back of my mind until today. Little did I know that these movies have been trying to tell me something – The Terminal and The Truman Show. I’m at an age now where I can finally, with the independent mind understand what the directors were trying to tell us of the core message of life. But everyone has its own interpretations of the movies they watch. I remember at one point in my life, after waking up to reality, I asked myself, “surely there must be a way to watch a movie. I don’t want to waste my time putting my mind to sleep.”

And thus began the critical thinking in choosing movies, and that’s how the two movies mentioned above came popping up again in my mind, by His Permission. I’m still picky when it comes to watching movies now. Most of what the mainstream media offer these days I will try to push them aside first. I won’t follow the flow, and I won’t be led away by the positive reviews people give to a movie. That’s their review, not mine. I don’t want to be influenced by what others think of a certain matter. Allah gave me a mind to think for myself, and that, to me, is a great abundance we have given away in this day and age.

I still love indie movies. But for now, I’m going to, perhaps, have a run on Tom Hanks’ acting and re-watch some of his masterpiece. I could truly relate to The Terminal and the metaphors it used in the movie. It left me wondering and wandering…


What movie would you recommend me next?

Death is the end of choice

I am reminded tonight of how short life is. To see a man lying motionless, blood around his face made me realise now how we shouldn’t get ourselves into petty arguments which lead to nowhere, or pursuits in life that don’t add meaning and quality in our lives.


May Allah forgive us all and remind me and you to always be remembering Him alone, and prepare the answers for the questions that’ll be asked, and I pray we won’t need to be questioned on the Day of Judgment and be granted Jannahtul Firdaus without hisab. Aameen.

Well, it’s been a while. I’m here because my heart suddenly yearns to write. It’s that moment in time again where, I must admit and tell myself that I must be brave enough to chase my dreams. The fear to live is killing me, and I have to remove the barriers in my mind, the illusional lines that’s preventing me from moving forward.

Perhaps one day I will look back and tell myself how stupid I was to stop and stop and stop the things that I love to do for fear of not being able to sustain myself. Actually, it’s today. Language. The thing that I love so much but I’m scared to pursue. Poetry. The language of the heart, or so to say. Never settle for less.

I’m past all the things about love. I’m on neutral. I have reached a level in life where I’m able to see how stupid of me to chase people for love – that is, to me, a great crime for anyone to commit. These people that I chased; I’m thankful they’re not a part of my life. I couldn’t care less of their whereabouts and what they are doing right now. And I hope I never will and never have to.

For once, be brave enough to chase your dreams.

I’ll write to you soon of my life’s activities. To hold this name again; I don’t know. I need a better lens to see the world.


Till then.


Someday, we all have to go. So here are my final words, on a name I’ve hid behind throughout my time growing into adulthood. theyellowglass ends here. It’s been a thorough journey in search of meaning, of who I am and what my purpose is on Earth.

Life begins again, if Allah Wills.


Till then, I’m contactable through my email @

Thank you to all who have faithfully stayed throughout these years of wonderful companionship, of writing and dreams. Thank you all for reading my words, although I’ve always felt they can always be better.

These last words I say to you,

in hopes you’ll stay true

to a life constantly craving

for new.





It’s 12:53 AM as I’m writing this. There are still sounds of fireworks wheezing up to the skies, and I am still feeling uneasy from the loud booms that had occured at the stroke of midnight.

I hate this, the fact that I have high sensitivity to the environment around me. I get easily disturbed by noise, when all my life I was training myself to endure the high decibels of music, plugging in my earpiece deep enough to be muted from the outside world.

At the state I’m in, it’s easy for anyone to criticise me for my incompetence in certain tasks that they deem easy. But I think differently. At one point in my life, I even suspect that I have ADHD, although I had only understood the term vaguely. Probably because I cannot sit still….but I’m a sportsman. I do love moving around, and when you do move around too much, you need to rest. Sometimes that rest takes up days. So I become inactive, and eventually….that has led me to a sedentary lifestyle.

So, I don’t have ADHD I guess, or maybe I just prefer the aloneness, or what people call solitude. But there are distinctions between the two, I guess. Well, quit guessing. I love to be alone. And I wonder if ever I will find someone who will appreciate my aloneness. I won’t say loneliness, although I do experience it sometimes, and I don’t like it. It deprives me, I get into that tunnel vision; or as I call it, the empty train ride.

Once I took a train ride to the city. Out of nowhere that realisation came in, where all this while I’d lead an empty life. At that moment, I felt empty, hopeless, helpless and useless. It’s strange. But you cannot help but to feel extremely hopeless and helpless. But writing has always helped me, and today, I am writing again to let everything out so that I can rearrange my life, get back into shape and learn to live again.


Don’t waste our days away. I’ll be right back, Insya’Allah.


When you’ve been finding the cure, only to realise there is poison in the cure, and you’ve been drinking it, leaving yourself intoxicated for the longest time possible.


You lived a life in stupor.