Author: Khadijah Maulion Masorong

My right hand does not know how much my left hand has given, and vice versa. Over the years, I have given to orphanages, street children and their families, the elderly, women seeking livelihood opportunities, widows, and people who are on the fringes of society. My logic is simple: I never want anyone to feel as though they have been forgotten by society. Sometimes it does not take much. People on the streets have actually smiled at me simply because I gave them a cookie. That smile can stay with you much longer than you expect. No one should feel  forgotten. I'm a little like the city that raised me. My favorite food is beef pares, tenderly cooked beef simmered for several hours until the meat practically melts in your mouth. Its taste cannot easily be contained by a poverty of vocabulary when it is cooked just right, and the stew is simply the icing on the cake. In a strange way, it reminds me of the beautiful ways God has arranged my heart through my unique experiences in life. Manila itself feels like a melting pot, no pun intended, of food, beverages, languages, art, people, contradictions, and real life. I think I have become a little like the city that raised me. Read About Me.