Naya Writes Stuff

 Assalamo Alaikom! As a Bangsamoro woman, I joined the celebration of BARMM. The 3rd Anniversary of  Bangsamoro Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao (BARMM).  

I was at a payphone trying to call home. They can’t be reached. I realized mom and dad won’t be able to pick up No one will call me to go home earlier Now, I feel like home is where my parents are I have no one to call anymore Trying to call friends, they were busy As I was walking down the sidewalks I reminisce, how I was crying my eyes out I got hungry, craving for a barbeque I went downtown These thoughts made me anxious I laughed, trying to hide the pain Deep down, I was always alone But at least I have peace of mind  - Naya Read more of my poetries at  https://nayawrites.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CQMPAHXpzui/?utm_medium=tumblr Please DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!

  The past two years have been the hardest for all of us. We have suffered a lot, from physical to mental and spiritual health. Why is that? Have you ask yourself this? I have been wondering why we are being tested. The Coronary Virus Disease 2019 or (COVID-19), as we all know it. Today is the 19th day of January 2022. Have you noticed that it seems like 2020 and 2021 passed by so fast?  Here I am, sitting in an office currently typing this blog post with pocketful of sunshines, bleakness, grief, sadness and a little bit of relief. I am relieved that I have survived two years of virus. I am into this age wherein I no longer have the eagerness to be surprised anymore.  WHY?  I am a warrior.  A fighter,  a survivor  and  a believer. I have survived MARAWI SIEGE. I am no longer interested in anything that will amaze me, I find myself waking up everyday doing mundane things. I sleep around 10pm after praying and then find myself being awake at 3 to 4 am in the morning. I make myself usef