I remember a morning, a long time ago. I was four, maybe not even. I sat on the floor with a notebook, drawing away, oblivious. My family slept. It was dawn.

It was a different sort of dawn too - one that told me what my life path should be, but I was too ignorant to understand. So I got lost. I studied things like psychology and electronics and interior design and teaching and journalism, and enjoyed them all. But something was missing. And then I remembered that morning when I was four, or not even.

Now I am trying to forge a new life path, one that was meant for me from the start.

Will you share this journey with me?

My blog:

www.azramomin.com/