Shafiqah Othman

I have been asked many times by different people throughout the years how to improve their English. A lot of them raise the point that the words I use are understandable and not always bombastic, but it has never crossed their minds to use it a certain way in a sentence. I am extremely flattered by their queries, but I have to first admit that my English is not the best. However, I am willing to help those who are keen in improving theirs and I hope that this blog post will help you! Continue reading Improving My English

Words. That was all it took for you. I’ve read many beautiful things in my life, but nothing quite like you. I find myself reading your lines over and over again, getting lost in the intricacy of your sentences, trying to untangle your metaphors. Continue reading My supernova.

Today, a vacuum was left in the universe; a void in the shape of a man whose feeble body rests on a wheelchair. Despite his dormant state, his mind was alive – an active volcano behind the facade of peace and tranquillity. Continue reading Stephen Hawking: A Voiceless Thunder Laid To Rest

Before I start, I think it is important for me first to explain what I mean by “being in the grey area.” For many people, it means being a fence-sitter or uncertain. In the context of this post, it means already having your own convictions while still allowing room for compromise and discourse. Continue reading Of cognition and grey areas.

This post is part three of a series of threads I had written on my favourite game franchise, Assassin’s Creed. Continue reading GeekOut: Why Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad is my favourite Assassin

This post is part two of a series of threads I had written on my favourite game franchise, Assassin’s Creed. Continue reading GeekOut: Assassins or Templars?

This post is part one of a series of threads I had written on my favourite game franchise, Assassin’s Creed. Continue reading GeekOut: Shia, Sunni, and Assassins

My story was featured on Ini Cerita Aku. Read more by clicking on the screenshot! Continue reading Born In Singapore, But Malaysia Is My Home

“I’m self-destructive when I’m alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t take care of myself when I’m not needed.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Continue reading The Answer

Dear little one,

I still see you sometimes at the corner of your bed in that dark room – crying, upset, afraid. You were always so happy and carefree, but I knew that deep down you had fears that were too heavy for a child to carry. Because your fears went beyond just ghosts and nightmares, you feared losing your family. Continue reading Dear Little One