Life & Society
I never thought my hips would become storytellers. In a quiet studio in Bangsar, with the faint scent of oud incense in the air and the rhythmic heartbeat of the tabla echoing through the floor, I found myself swaying, undulating, unlocking and locking muscles I never knew I could command. I am a Malaysian girl who was born from monsoons and nasi lemak mornings, not exactly the image people expect when they think of belly dancers. Yet there I was,…
