First Chapter

After years thinking what I am going to do with my life, what am I fighting for, I’ve finally got the answer. Thanks to those who support me all along. You people are the creatures of ALLAH s.w.t that I love and passionate the most. You are my bones and my air to breath. My Syukur and Alhamdullilah would never stops pounding in each my blood. Amin

Yes I admit there are times when I’m down, where I have no steps to go, no ambitions and no soul to follow. These are my darkness day. I’ve struggle to survive. Even at one point, I couldn’t even know whether I’m alive. These also are the days when I can stop whining and complaining. I’ve realize I’ve trouble so many people that I love. But then again, I know I’m a VIP in their hearts. Somehow, this has to stop, I need a wake up call. And Syukur Alhamdullilah, I’ve get it

I love arts. Any genre of arts. Performing, fine arts, photography, fine metal, fashion, graphic, ceramic anything you name it! I would go to any events that create the creativity in each mind. But, as sad as I always know, I never had the ability to be perfect in any of it. Somehow it made me sad. I’m not as talented as the dancers, not as poetic as the poets and not as fine as the fine artist. Still, I couldn’t fight my love and passionate in arts. I’ve walked, travel, and search what could I become in this world. How could I give something in this? So I pray. Syukur alhamdullilah again, I met this lovely women name Mimi. She is the curator of MATAHATI. That time I was with my friends going to the Art Expo. An Expo that I wouldn’t try to miss. Ok, back to her. She at first was mocking me saying “you are just another trend”! I was mad! I am Qsitina who loves arts more than any other human creation in this world, suddenly been hit by this lady saying that I’m a trend? Ohh sure no! So I fight as always do. She asked me what I would want to do. And I said, I want to be the one who yells at the world “this is arts!” I want to show the world that how greats is arts. Enough said, I want to be the story teller and change what’s bad now! She laughs at me. She said “why you don’t start with writing Qistina”. “Why don’t you write about your friend’s artwork”? My heart skipped. Thousands of artist and students walk across me, stops! Suddenly everything appeared. Suddenly this new air starts going through my nose, I felt like every each of my body change to something new. Why didn’t I think about this all along? She told me to meet her again when I’m ready with a cataloged. She wants to help me. Everything stops, new chapter begins.

I could thank more, she help me realize this. I know I’m maybe not going to be as good as other writers. But, who could stop me on doing this? Who even have the courage to do that? This is the world of arts. I’m going to do this. So this is my first writing, its raw, bad and still needs to be polished. But its okay, I believe I can manage to do this.

Let this mission begins with Bismilahhirohmanirohim.

NURQISTINA NOORDIN

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