I grew up in Terengganu — where the mornings felt slower,
and love was something you could hear in small sounds.
Little paws running across the house.
Soft fur brushing against kain batik.
Quiet afternoons that now live only in memory.
"Catty Mery"
I was raised in the arms of a woman named Meriam.
Not just a grandmother… but home.
When my mother was busy building her future,
it was my grandmother’s hands that held me.
Her voice comforted me.
Her home — filled with the sound of her cat, Tompok, and the smell of her cooking — was my first safe place.
I grew up with that cat.
I grew up inside that house.
I grew up inside that love.
But life moves. And somehow, we move with it.
Now I no longer wake up to the same sea breeze.
No more paws running across familiar floors.
No more that version of home waiting at the end of the day.
Terengganu is no longer where I live — but it is still where my heart returns to when it misses something it cannot name.
This collection is not just inspired by batik.
It is stitched with longing.
With memory.
With the quiet ache of growing up and leaving.
Some homes we leave behind.
Some homes never leave us.
This Meowmori Raya, it's not just a scarf.
It's a piece of my childhood.
It's the way of holding onto those memories.