Nuradlina Izzati
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Writing for the ones who feel too quiet to be heard—but have something powerful to say.
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What Stayed with Me After the Last Page
This time, it is another book that resonates so deeply in my soul that it took me days to fully process everything that it carries. The cases presented in the books really capture the injustice, the betrayal and the pain of the people. The cases not only moved me but also put me in the shoes of the victims. I felt every wound and the bitter truth presented in the book.
By Nuradlina Izzati3 months ago in Humans
One Popcorn, One Movie and One Act of Self-Worth
Here is a confession. I might have—or might not have—splurged a bit more than I should’ve. And honestly? It’s hard to see it as “just a little” when you’re a broke university student and it feels like you just bought a yacht. Okay, not really. But emotionally? Close.
By Nuradlina Izzati3 months ago in Motivation
The Language of Love I Speak Alone.
I have written love letters, pouring my heart onto pieces of paper for those who remain blurry in my mind—letters I keep safely in my head, so I need not burn them out of spite or cringe at their vulnerability, letting them quietly slip away with time.
By Nuradlina Izzati8 months ago in Confessions
I Thought I Wasn't Smart — Actually, I Just Think Differently
There was a time when I truly believed I wasn’t smart enough—not enough to join in the intellectual conversations among my academician friends. I listened, but I didn’t share my thoughts. What began as a passing doubt quietly settled in, lurking in my mind whenever we spoke. It began to poison me—not loudly, but in a quiet, aching way. Everyone around me seemed to speak in ideas I didn’t know how to form. I couldn’t see my way of thinking reflected in theirs. While they connected things to theories and big concepts, I connected them to feelings and meaning. That doesn’t make my thoughts lesser—but inside, I felt there was no common ground between us. And without realising it, I kept admiring them while silently blaming myself for not being like them.
By Nuradlina Izzati8 months ago in Confessions
