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Halfsaint
Journal of an Author and Essayist from Manila, Philippines
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Random Thoughts
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Continue reading →: Random ThoughtsI spend my days studying law, agriculture, and other subjects. When I go outside, I watch and learn, guided by what I have read and what my mother teaches me. I reflect on things like how Manuel L. Quezon came from farming stock as I walk the old streets as…
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When I Say I Pray Solely to Allah SWT
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Continue reading →: When I Say I Pray Solely to Allah SWTTo write on the softest tremors of experience, listening to the cadence of their own heart, and perceiving the perfection that requires nothing outside itself: it is Islam, for Allah alone embodies true perfection. The ephemeral blessings are acknowledged, appreciated, yet never mistaken for the infinite. The world offers such…
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Continue reading →: Even a Smile Becomes ProvidenceSadaqah does not clamor for recognition; it sits at the frays of the mundane, unnoticed by the footfalls that pass by each day. The day may be gray, the work thankless, and yet the hand that offers even a coin, a loaf of bread, or a gentle word does so…
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The Archive of Fidelity
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Continue reading →: The Archive of FidelityEven in the humblest of offices, a one-person corporation can signal seriousness, sophistication, and longevity if approached with care. The answer lies not in the scale of attention, but in the fidelity to one’s own standards. I think of my media one-person corporation not as a ledger of revenue streams,…
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When Books Become Companions
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Continue reading →: When Books Become CompanionsBooks are not artifacts meant to remain sealed. They are instrumental for their highest purpose which is not preservation in perfection, but participation in thought. Our minds are not clean ledgers. They are layered, revised, annotated by experience. What once felt urgent may later feel gentle. What once felt difficult…
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Continue reading →: Media and Law: In the Crucible of ManilaLaw school in Manila will be my crucible of intellect and moral development. The ordinary is made extraordinary through care, patience, and thought. More practically, I have resolved to establish my own small media company as a one-person corporation. It is here that the texture of legal knowledge will converge…
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Continue reading →: Half-Remembered TimesI feel as though I inhabit the heyday of the 1940s, tethered to its cadence and elegance that never goes out of style. I can almost hear the soft scrape of wooden shoes on stone, the murmur of conversations held close, the way sunlight falls on polished floors and old…
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Continue reading →: Before Soda Pop, There Was Sugar, SugarIn the 2000s, my mom would often buy us regular issues of Archie Comics, and she’d take us out for little shopping trips for the latest Garfield clothes: T-shirts, slippers, even a pair of shoes once, and sometimes small things from other comic franchises or the occasional small trinket from…
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The Woman in the Neighborhood
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Continue reading →: The Woman in the NeighborhoodOne afternoon, the kind when the sunlight pours evenly across streets and sidewalks, softening edges without bleaching them, and the air smells neither of rain nor of storm but carries the quiet warmth of contentment, a woman approached me. The weather had that rare composure to it, as if the…
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Why NESCAFÉ Connects Generations Through Coffee
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Continue reading →: Why NESCAFÉ Connects Generations Through CoffeeCoffee feels like a balm to my soul, becomes a kind of salve. My favorite coffee is everyday yet eternal. I remember the first coffee I ever drank at the age of three, bitter and instant, sipped from a parent’s cup, and how the ritual of it, lifting the mug,…
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Hello,
I’m Khadijah
I call myself a halfsaint, someone who tries without pretending. I am an author and essay writer from the Philippines who believes in simple values. I try to love my parents with patience, work honestly without chasing perfection, and choose kindness in small, everyday ways. I believe in God and in prayer, not as a performance, but as an honest conversation. I stumble, I learn, and I keep trying. This website is my personal writing journal and author blog, a place for my reflective essays and other writing work. Here, I share personal essays and reflections shaped by faith, daily life in the Philippines, and the beauty of honest imperfection.
The Halfsaint
The Halfsaint carries the private attentiveness of a journal and the public clarity of a magazine. The Halfsaint honors the belief that what is written with care will always find its audience. I am working on a journal, which is also a magazine all at once, that draws from the quiet discipline of the 1940s, when writing trusted the reader and design knew when to step back, that revives the temper and discipline of the 1940s. That era valued intelligible language, orderly pages, and ideas strong enough to stand without embellishment. It favors composure over urgency, meaning over excess, and elegance that comes from precision rather than display. In doing so, the magazine offers something rare today: writing that respects attention, yet everything earned it. It’s a way of restoring clarity in contemporary times. The Halfsaint honors the belief that simplicity is the refinement of depth. To write this way now is to choose elegance over spectacle to create space for reflection while remaining intelligible and thoughtful.
I learned this kind of writing the traditional way. I spent long hours with the Grammar and Comprehension series by Prentice Hall, with The Elements of Style, and with stacks of magazines, brochures, pamphlets, and everyday printed matter from the 1940s onward, most of them found through online libraries, preserved like pressed flowers. There is a virtue in returning to that era’s sensibility, especially now. Elegance is a form of respect for the reader’s time, for the subject at hand, and for the craft itself. It becomes legible not just today, but years from now, like a well-kept book. I speak in a voice that earns trust rather than demands attention. It reads well today, and it will still read well when the fads have moved on, which is the real test of good work.
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It is my writing that invites reflection while delivering information, essays that instruct without pedantry, and content that persuades without resorting to artifice. It is to receive work that is legible and intelligible, precise and expansive, disciplined and expressive. It is to invest in writing that will endure, that will resonate, and that will serve as a reflection of thought, intention, and discernment. The result is work that is legible today, intelligible tomorrow, and respected for years to come. Each arrangement of thought is weighed as one might weigh coins by hand, feeling the difference in balance, density, and value. To procure writing from me is to procure a work of refinement, where cadence is cultivated as rigorously as vocabulary or argument. It is to invest not only in writing, but in the experience of reading, in the satisfaction that comes from clarity imbued with elegance, precision, and resonance.
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