On 18th May, we touched down in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, just as the morning sky was stretching awake. There was something soft and welcoming about that moment, almost as if the country itself whispered “Selamat Datang.”
We weren’t there just for travel, we were there because our research paper had been selected for a conference. And that made everything feel bigger, brighter, and strangely unreal. It wasn’t just a trip; it was a milestone.
It was just ma’am, the two of us, and an experience that shaped memories far beyond words.
Days flowed gently, with the warmth of the sun and an air that carried both modernity and tradition in perfect harmony.
Afternoons meant shopping streets—colors, cultures, fabrics, flavors—everything vibrant, everything alive. Each market felt like a world waiting to be discovered.
And then there was the night.
Malaysia transforms after sunset: streets like galaxies of lights, laughter in the air, and the quiet thrill of exploring a new place when the world sleeps. We wandered without maps, without expectations—just curiosity guiding us. The nights felt long but beautiful; they felt like stories unfolding.
But what struck my heart the most was the Azaan.
The moment that call to prayer echoed through the air, the world seemed to pause. The sound wasn’t just spiritual, it was serene, grounding, and breathtaking. It felt like peace had a voice.
Malaysia wasn’t just a travel destination.
It was a memory: soft, warm, unforgettable.
A journey of learning, exploring, laughing, and feeling—
and somewhere in between the conference halls and night walks,
we found a version of ourselves that was braver, happier, and far more alive.
Wonderful words 
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