About

img1443704083797[1]TWO decades working as a journalist, I have covered different areas of journalism including current news/politics/courts, human interest stories such as conservation efforts, music, movies and health/beauty.

Using Azhariah Kamin and Azhariah Kamin-Duncan as my byline for my articles, I was blessed as my job enabled me to travel to far corners of the world, flying in and out of famous cities such as Paris, Los Angeles, Berlin, Munich, Frankfurt, Basel, Tokyo, Seoul and many more, where some of us could only dream of.

Then a tragedy strikes. Losing my husband John was a massive blow because he was my pillar, my strength, my best friend, my occasional punching bag (hehe), he was my everything. My world literally collapsed. The only reason for me to still breathing then was our son Adam. Scared and lost, I was painfully aware that I was slowly losing my compass and motivation. I became easily annoyed with the city life especially the traffic madness. And I was increasingly jaded with a journalist’s routines. Twenty-one years was a long time  to write the same old stuff. Couldn’t find anything exciting to write anymore. Time to pack my bag and leave.

After a year break from everything…work, the KL city life, I have discovered that living in a small village suits me well… I don’t miss my then-life at all, though it took almost 30 years (of my life) being a city girl…

img1443706509485Yes sure, no more journalism awards for me as I have officially left the ever-changing and fast-paced media fraternity but it’s okay. Been there, Done that. I don’t miss it. Time to move on to the next phase of my life of which I am still re-discovering as I go day by day…

It would be a lie if I say living in small village has been smooth sailing so far… it has some occasional bumps – big and small…

But truthfully am the happiest where I am now, this is where I belong, in my small village where I was born more than four decades ago…watching my son growing up… To kiss him, to be able to hug his still growing 5’9″ frame and nag him… The luxuries that I didn’t have before… He is my life biggest blessing…

And I love writing, still. Hence, this site is created to help me channel my writing impulses whenever they come knocking…minus the deadlines, rush-hour traffic, flights to catch, writer’s block etc….

The posts here mostly based on my personal experiences, laying bare my emotions and innermost thoughts, things that others can only guess before, airing my laundry out in the open, both good and not-so-good. But there’s tiny hope in me that my stories will make someone laugh while reminiscing their wonderful childhood memories, be more appreciative of their parents (better than I do) and in a small way inspire someone to a greater height in life. God willing.

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