Generally, I am not into dramas. I’ve only watched a selected few, usually after seeing their popularity or getting intrigued by posts and reels on Facebook. One such drama that recently grabbed my attention, like everyone else, is “Kafeel,” and it hits home. Not entirely, but in bits and pieces, here and there, in ways I wasn’t prepared for. Some scenes, dialogues, and emotions felt so real that they shook me to the core. I found myself tearing up without even realising it. I can’t remember the last time a drama or movie triggered me like this.

I know many people in my circle might not know or might not even believe that I have been a “Subuk” for as long as I can remember, a product of a dysfunctional family. But I’m now at a stage in life, and at that age, where I care less about what society thinks. Writing about something so personal brings me a strange sense of peace and accomplishment. And maybe, just maybe, it will help someone else realise that you can be a real-life Subuk, that real-life Subuks do exist, and that sometimes a drama is more than just a show. It reflects us. It validates us. And sometimes, it even pushes us to change our lives.

Unlike Zeba and Jami, my parents had a love marriage, but like Zeba and Jami, it was........

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