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My Journey
My Journey is a deeply personal and heartfelt reflection on life’s highs and lows. After losing her sister, Kristine Aisha, and brother, Muhammad Edris, in her early twenties, Khadijah Maulion Masorong turned to faith and introspection to navigate her grief. Through these pages, she shares the lessons she learned about patience, gratitude, and finding hope even in the hardest moments.
Dedicated to her parents, who taught her love and integrity, this book is an invitation to see life as a journey of growth. It offers comfort and encouragement for anyone searching for meaning in their struggles, reminding us all that even in pain, there is purpose.
Dedicated to her parents, who taught her love and integrity, this book is an invitation to see life as a journey of growth. It offers comfort and encouragement for anyone searching for meaning in their struggles, reminding us all that even in pain, there is purpose.
292 pages, Paperback
Published December 1, 2024
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May 21, 2025
Reflections about life and an unwavering faith invigorate Khadijah Maulion Masorong's self-help memoir, "My Journey."
The youngest of the family, Khadijah grew up in an affluent family, showered with love and luxury, but she realized that it's the simplest moments she found joy and meaning in life. "My Journey" recounts her personal and professional life, sharing her vulnerability and wisdom from her experiences, making her an example of a strong, intellectual, and resilient woman. Beliefs and philosophies enlivened the pages, such as living with gratitude, sharing kindness, embracing imperfection, and trusting Allah, which resonates with many.
Love, peace, and simplicity are among the things that matter in life, which are found in everyday life. Hence, Khadijah punctuates various examples to connect with her audience, including to slow down to spend time with loved ones, to celebrate small wins through consistency, and to deepen the faith found in stillness.
Sporadically, the grief Khadijah struggled with for her sister Kristine Aisha and her brother Muhammed Edris felt in the book evokes sympathy, but it's commendable how she treasures their moments and bonding together that now becomes a legacy of love and beauty.
Her parents' admiration for her is palpable, and it's inspiring how they raised such a wise woman, full of purpose and passion. Indeed, the prose is both uplifting and enlightening, dropping relatable scenarios, reflections, and verses from the Quran that show Khadijah as a woman of faith. Truly, there are some things that will always be beyond human reach, that only the Supreme Being can control and comprehend.
Profound and reflective, "My Journey" is a story of love, joy, triumph, sorrow, and loss. It reminds readers what truly matters in life and that each journey is worth embracing. Brimmed with introspection and realizations, lovers of self-help and memoirs will enjoy this reader-friendly book. Reading Khadijah's story brought me peace, and my admiration for her grew more. Indeed, she inspired me to embrace my own path with courage and compassion.
The youngest of the family, Khadijah grew up in an affluent family, showered with love and luxury, but she realized that it's the simplest moments she found joy and meaning in life. "My Journey" recounts her personal and professional life, sharing her vulnerability and wisdom from her experiences, making her an example of a strong, intellectual, and resilient woman. Beliefs and philosophies enlivened the pages, such as living with gratitude, sharing kindness, embracing imperfection, and trusting Allah, which resonates with many.
Love, peace, and simplicity are among the things that matter in life, which are found in everyday life. Hence, Khadijah punctuates various examples to connect with her audience, including to slow down to spend time with loved ones, to celebrate small wins through consistency, and to deepen the faith found in stillness.
Sporadically, the grief Khadijah struggled with for her sister Kristine Aisha and her brother Muhammed Edris felt in the book evokes sympathy, but it's commendable how she treasures their moments and bonding together that now becomes a legacy of love and beauty.
Her parents' admiration for her is palpable, and it's inspiring how they raised such a wise woman, full of purpose and passion. Indeed, the prose is both uplifting and enlightening, dropping relatable scenarios, reflections, and verses from the Quran that show Khadijah as a woman of faith. Truly, there are some things that will always be beyond human reach, that only the Supreme Being can control and comprehend.
Profound and reflective, "My Journey" is a story of love, joy, triumph, sorrow, and loss. It reminds readers what truly matters in life and that each journey is worth embracing. Brimmed with introspection and realizations, lovers of self-help and memoirs will enjoy this reader-friendly book. Reading Khadijah's story brought me peace, and my admiration for her grew more. Indeed, she inspired me to embrace my own path with courage and compassion.
May 3, 2025
"What is the impact of a mother’s love on a child?
It is everything." - Khadijah Maulion Masorong, Author of My Journey
I'm the mother of the author.
Every morning, with the last crumbs of the biscuit brushed from her fingers and the dregs of the tea cooling in the cup, the weight and dimension of her random thoughts sat with Khadijah Maulion Masorong like an old friend.
My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong travels to another hemisphere, to London, United Kingdom. Maybe someone will read My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong and feel less alone, and the author will know that she will now be a part of someone’s day.
Khadijah Maulion Masorong, author of My Journey, is quoted to have said:
“And more than anything, it taught me that life—this fragile, beautiful, painful, precious life—isn’t meant to be endured.
It’s meant to be lived.”
Beneath the skin of words and into the marrow of My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong are no monuments tall enough, no marble grand enough, to enshrine the depth of a mother’s love. It is the kind of love that asks for nothing and gives everything, over and over again. The author, Khadijah Maulion Masorong, did not read this truth in a book. She lived it. Her mother’s name is Jacqueline Khadijah Maulion Masorong, a woman who loved without condition. To everyone else, she is known as Jacqui. To Khadijah Maulion Masorong, she’s known as Mom. In My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong, her mother’s name is written over everything good in her life.
Beneath the skin of words and into the marrow of the author is the truest version of herself, which travels farther than the author to another hemisphere, like to London.
Khadijah Maulion Masorong learned how to live after the loss of her siblings, Kristine Aisha and Muhammad Edris.
The author never imagined life would teach her its most powerful lesson through loss.
There’s no way to prepare your heart for it—not when it takes the people who laughed beside you, who knew your soul without you having to explain a thing, who shared your childhood and your dreams. Khadijah Maulion Masorong lost her sister Kristine Aisha and my brother Muhammad Edris almost back-to-back, and everything in her broke open. But somewhere between the ache and the aftershocks, she found something unexpected: a deeper understanding of what it means to truly live.
“There was a time when the fastest internet in most households in the Philippines was dial-up. It was the kind of connection that stopped working temporarily when someone picked up the phone or made a call. It was slow and unreliable, but we used it anyway. Over time, we moved on to faster internet. Now, we have fiber connections. But I still remember those early days because it was also around the time that my late sister Tintin was collecting magazines. She had all kinds—showbiz magazines, song lyrics magazines, and even entrepreneurship magazines. She liked to read, write, and listen to music on her small radio that came with a CD player. That radio felt advanced at the time, especially since cassette players were still being sold in stores.
Later on, mp3 and mp4 players came out. That’s when my siblings and I started downloading songs from the internet and transferring them to our gadgets. But even before all that, Tintin had already been collecting pocketbooks. She also wrote her own stories by hand on stacks of yellow pad paper. It was her dream to become a pocketbook author one day. She wrote in between helping our mom and taking care of us, her younger siblings.
Out of all her magazines, I loved the song lyrics ones the most. When no one was watching, I’d grab a karaoke mic from one of the drawers and sing the lyrics from the magazine. I’d pretend I was performing. It was something I looked forward to.
Our parents also loved getting us bicycles and mini-cars when we were children. One of my favorite memories is of Tintin placing me on her big bike and riding me around the neighborhood. I just sat there, holding on while she did all the pedaling. It made me feel safe.
Tintin could sell anything—snacks and even real estate—if she had something to sell. She didn’t care about how big or small her earnings were. As long as she knew she earned it fairly, she was happy. She would smile wide and sometimes use the money to buy sweets or cook something for us to share. She had a sweet tooth and loved giving.” – Khadijah Maulion Masorong
Later in the mornings, she had been reading Oonagh McDonald’s book on Lehman Brothers, all three hundred heavy pages of it, a map of the mountain that had led the world’s economy astray. Afterwards, Khadijah had been reading a different kind of book — one of her only physical ones among a small sea of digital ones — The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coelho. Tucked inside its pages was Robert Frost’s poem about two roads diverging in a yellow wood. Khadijah Maulion Masorong read it slowly, not with the passivity of nostalgia, but with the curiosity of someone measuring the depth of a river before crossing it.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Legacy doesn’t always wear medals. Sometimes, it’s kindness. Certainly, it doesn’t strut, nor does it compare with a sense of urgency to feel superior.
When the author thinks about this and other reflections, it reminds her of the legends of Romulus and Remus, and of Prophet Musa — Moses, peace be upon him, reminds the author that greatness often begins in fragile places. Both stories start with the river: abandoned boys carried by waters meant to kill them but instead delivering them to destiny. Musa, cast into the Nile by his mother’s desperate faith, found refuge in a palace that would raise both his body and his future mission. Romulus and Remus, flung into the Tiber, were rescued by a she-wolf, nurtured by nature itself. Though the details differ, the message is similar: sometimes, survival is not the absence of danger but the fierce endurance through it.
Because at the end of it all, whether you stand before collapsing banks, a fork in the woods, or a fire-wreathed monster on a broken bridge, the truth remains:
You cannot control the storm, but you can stand in it without bowing your head. And every step you take on that road shapes you into someone who cannot be easily broken.
And that, in the quiet accounting of life, makes all the difference, according to the author.
It’s simply My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong in every nook and cranny of its weight and dimensions
It is everything." - Khadijah Maulion Masorong, Author of My Journey
I'm the mother of the author.
Every morning, with the last crumbs of the biscuit brushed from her fingers and the dregs of the tea cooling in the cup, the weight and dimension of her random thoughts sat with Khadijah Maulion Masorong like an old friend.
My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong travels to another hemisphere, to London, United Kingdom. Maybe someone will read My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong and feel less alone, and the author will know that she will now be a part of someone’s day.
Khadijah Maulion Masorong, author of My Journey, is quoted to have said:
“And more than anything, it taught me that life—this fragile, beautiful, painful, precious life—isn’t meant to be endured.
It’s meant to be lived.”
Beneath the skin of words and into the marrow of My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong are no monuments tall enough, no marble grand enough, to enshrine the depth of a mother’s love. It is the kind of love that asks for nothing and gives everything, over and over again. The author, Khadijah Maulion Masorong, did not read this truth in a book. She lived it. Her mother’s name is Jacqueline Khadijah Maulion Masorong, a woman who loved without condition. To everyone else, she is known as Jacqui. To Khadijah Maulion Masorong, she’s known as Mom. In My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong, her mother’s name is written over everything good in her life.
Beneath the skin of words and into the marrow of the author is the truest version of herself, which travels farther than the author to another hemisphere, like to London.
Khadijah Maulion Masorong learned how to live after the loss of her siblings, Kristine Aisha and Muhammad Edris.
The author never imagined life would teach her its most powerful lesson through loss.
There’s no way to prepare your heart for it—not when it takes the people who laughed beside you, who knew your soul without you having to explain a thing, who shared your childhood and your dreams. Khadijah Maulion Masorong lost her sister Kristine Aisha and my brother Muhammad Edris almost back-to-back, and everything in her broke open. But somewhere between the ache and the aftershocks, she found something unexpected: a deeper understanding of what it means to truly live.
“There was a time when the fastest internet in most households in the Philippines was dial-up. It was the kind of connection that stopped working temporarily when someone picked up the phone or made a call. It was slow and unreliable, but we used it anyway. Over time, we moved on to faster internet. Now, we have fiber connections. But I still remember those early days because it was also around the time that my late sister Tintin was collecting magazines. She had all kinds—showbiz magazines, song lyrics magazines, and even entrepreneurship magazines. She liked to read, write, and listen to music on her small radio that came with a CD player. That radio felt advanced at the time, especially since cassette players were still being sold in stores.
Later on, mp3 and mp4 players came out. That’s when my siblings and I started downloading songs from the internet and transferring them to our gadgets. But even before all that, Tintin had already been collecting pocketbooks. She also wrote her own stories by hand on stacks of yellow pad paper. It was her dream to become a pocketbook author one day. She wrote in between helping our mom and taking care of us, her younger siblings.
Out of all her magazines, I loved the song lyrics ones the most. When no one was watching, I’d grab a karaoke mic from one of the drawers and sing the lyrics from the magazine. I’d pretend I was performing. It was something I looked forward to.
Our parents also loved getting us bicycles and mini-cars when we were children. One of my favorite memories is of Tintin placing me on her big bike and riding me around the neighborhood. I just sat there, holding on while she did all the pedaling. It made me feel safe.
Tintin could sell anything—snacks and even real estate—if she had something to sell. She didn’t care about how big or small her earnings were. As long as she knew she earned it fairly, she was happy. She would smile wide and sometimes use the money to buy sweets or cook something for us to share. She had a sweet tooth and loved giving.” – Khadijah Maulion Masorong
Later in the mornings, she had been reading Oonagh McDonald’s book on Lehman Brothers, all three hundred heavy pages of it, a map of the mountain that had led the world’s economy astray. Afterwards, Khadijah had been reading a different kind of book — one of her only physical ones among a small sea of digital ones — The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coelho. Tucked inside its pages was Robert Frost’s poem about two roads diverging in a yellow wood. Khadijah Maulion Masorong read it slowly, not with the passivity of nostalgia, but with the curiosity of someone measuring the depth of a river before crossing it.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Legacy doesn’t always wear medals. Sometimes, it’s kindness. Certainly, it doesn’t strut, nor does it compare with a sense of urgency to feel superior.
When the author thinks about this and other reflections, it reminds her of the legends of Romulus and Remus, and of Prophet Musa — Moses, peace be upon him, reminds the author that greatness often begins in fragile places. Both stories start with the river: abandoned boys carried by waters meant to kill them but instead delivering them to destiny. Musa, cast into the Nile by his mother’s desperate faith, found refuge in a palace that would raise both his body and his future mission. Romulus and Remus, flung into the Tiber, were rescued by a she-wolf, nurtured by nature itself. Though the details differ, the message is similar: sometimes, survival is not the absence of danger but the fierce endurance through it.
Because at the end of it all, whether you stand before collapsing banks, a fork in the woods, or a fire-wreathed monster on a broken bridge, the truth remains:
You cannot control the storm, but you can stand in it without bowing your head. And every step you take on that road shapes you into someone who cannot be easily broken.
And that, in the quiet accounting of life, makes all the difference, according to the author.
It’s simply My Journey by Khadijah Maulion Masorong in every nook and cranny of its weight and dimensions
September 23, 2025
SubhanAllah, I am trying my best to be a da’i, someone who shares Islam with others, not for recognition but for Allah alone. My reward is with Him. At the same time, I am striving to be a hafiz, someone who memorizes the Quran, inshaAllah.
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