Ayesha Abdullah

Everybody wants to change and save the world. And looking at the state that our world is in now, I can say that it sure needs saving.

But even if out of the seven billion people just one billion are striving towards this goal, that’s still six billion that are suffering in pain or perhaps even worse, living in ignorance.

I am Ayesha Abdullah and as a woman in her early twenties whose choices of today may affect the lives of others tomorrow, I place fingertips to keypad and write: I may have been living in leisure and safety, content with closing my eyes to what this world is, silently throwing up a prayer once in a while and crying useless tears when hearing sad stories, but no more.

Hafsa Umar and I have created this website, not for others, but first for ourselves. When, over a casual WhatsApp conversation, we threw around the idea of starting a site worth bringing home, I felt something in me change.

Could I now go to sleep at night having done something worth feeling good about? Sure being a teacher and moulding children’s lives is a beautiful thing. I’m changing lives but that’s just a handful in front of me. Sure being a wife and running a happy home is also admirable. But what about something more?

I want to open people’s eyes to the realities of this world. Grab their chins and turn their faces towards this thing called life. And while I’ll rant and rave about prejudices and stereotypes, ongoing racism and war, children dying and depression, I will also ramble and complain about dirty houses and pms’ing, how men will never understand women and ask why summer is so hot. Because a good page-turner doesn’t just cater for one group.

It caters to the world.

We’ll ask you to speak, and we’ll beg you to listen. Sit up and don’t fall in the trap that we fell into. Know what is happening out there. Know the lies that you are being fed, the ideas that are being threaded through your nerves and wake up! Take notice. Open your eyes to what is happening around you and help us do something.

Because without our reader’s support, we’ll just be another failed blog post.

After this I hope that when I ask myself about something more, I can think: this. This right here.

‘Change for the 22nd’ is my something more.

Hafsa Umar

Once upon a time, in a world far away, there lived an evil witch. She took pleasure in the pain of the poor villagers that lived around her. She trapped them in her underground cells and laughed evilly when they groaned and screamed, begging for mercy. She wanted something from them, but they were not ready to give it so they held firm and didn’t give in.

A life of misery is what they lived, everyday praying and hoping for someone, anyone, that would defeat this witch and set them free. But there was no one.

Well, there were a few. A few who would try their best! They would call others to help free the villagers and stop this reign of terror but the others couldn’t join them, wouldn’t join them. They would just watch from their windows as the brave few marched towards the castle every day and crawled back every evening, drowning in their failure.

This went on for years until the brave ones too got tired and one by one stayed home to watch from their windows as those who still went on died in their efforts. Until one morning, no one marched onwards. There was silence and the echoes of the witch’s evil laughs from her castle were heard in the now dead streets. The once-brave and the cowards both, fearing that they’d be next on the witch’s list and now there was nothing they could do about it.

This world? Is it fictional?


This world? It is our world.

Our witches or evil villains are disguised as the government, opinionated men with guns and The Hitlers and the Trumps. Disguised as those that all and sundry fear to stand up against.

We are the coward onlookers. We look at the brave ones risking their lives, patching up the wounded at refugee camps, creating awareness with their words or at least donating to causes hoping that it will make even a little bit of a difference. They call for us to stand with them but we are terrified and we are leaving them out there to die. But it is fine as long as we are safe, right?


My name is Hafsa Umar and I want to make a difference.

With social media at our fingertips we have access to information. We are connected to people throughout the world. Making a difference lies on the tips of our fingers if we known how to use it.

My name is Hafsa Umar and I want to speak about these evil villains. I want to create an awareness. I want to scream and i want to shout that Humanity is being lost along with the lives of the innocent. I want to help the needy, I want to help the poor. I want to voice my opinions and I want your help. I want you to be heard too and I want us to be a team in creating a better world for the generations to come.

My name is Hafsa Umar and I’m struggling in my attempt to keep up with life, hobbies, studying and work, which is expected from a professional procrastinator. I come from a crazy family, full of laughs and embarrassing situations. We work well together and they inspire me to be better, to sympathize and do good. I hope you feel the same way about them when I get to tell you some stories.

As far as introductions go, I think that went well.

I hope to see you on our next post.

Until then,

Working for a better future

Hafsa Umar

“This world we’re living in is not something I want to bring a generation into and we as the current generation need to ensure that we do not make it worse like how the previous generations did for us. We need to start making a decent world so that maybe when we die, our kids have a incorrupt world to live in.”

-Ayesha Abdullah


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