MUFFINTOSAY - I never imagined I would one day become a caregiver. That word used to feel so foreign—caregiver, companion, nurse, guardian—something you’d often read in international articles or hear in someone else’s story. I never thought it would cling so tightly to my own life, becoming part of my identity for years. To those who don’t know me, my story might sound a bit dramatic. But this is my truth. It all began in 2015, a year that felt like a whirlpool of storms. My father passed away during the early days of Ramadan. The grief of losing him hadn’t even settled when, just a week later, my mother had a stroke. It felt as though life was testing me with one huge chapter, offering no pause, no mercy. Days that were supposed to be filled with family gatherings and togetherness turned into nights of anxiety in hospital corridors. I am an only child. There were no siblings to lean on, no one to share the burden with. I had no choice but to stand alone—by my mother’s side from the v...
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