Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Open House invite
By the way, Kak D's hubby passed away on the night of his 38th birthday. May Allah bless him always, and may Allah shower Kak D and her family with all the needs they long for from Him. (their youngest child is about the same age Kak D was when her mother passed away, so it must be really tough for my dearest 'tough cookie' kakak...)
Al-fatihah
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Iro iro
a.z. : mestilah!
nl : i thought you support McLaren
a.z. : i support kimi more
nl : eh, i thought you like kimu(ra takuya a.k.a. kimutaku) more
a.z. : kimi ke kimu, dua-dua pun sapu...
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z.j. : it's like u haven't put on weight much since we last met
z.j. : but u might not recognize me now...
a.z. : i ride the bike a lot here
a.z. : plus i live on the 5th floor with no elevator in the building
a.z. : but i don't know what it will be like when we return to Malaysia
a.z. : what do you think, should i bring my bike home?
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a.z. : we mothers, we want to study more
a.z. : we also want to be good wife, good mother
mdr: ya lah... so much to do kan
a.z. : tu lah, we only can do so much...
mdr: yes, so true
mdr: my friend suggested getting out of the house to ensure i can get my thesis work done since there are too many distractions at home
a.z. : o O (maybe we should, but could we?)
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The 3rd Gender?
Here are some links that might be of interest:
- Mak Nyahs in Malaysia: The Influence of Culture and Religion on their Identity
- Sex Change in Cairo: Gender and Islamic Law
Friday, October 26, 2007
Janazah
1.
We have never met prior to their unexpected visit, a day before Humaidi’s cukur jambul ceremony. Soraiya, a Singaporean, is married to Yusuf-san, a Nihonjin, with three children. They had been living in
- No, McDonald’s in Try First Kitchen for their Ebi Katsu or White Fish sandwich instead. (Thanks Oja for the info) Since First Kitchen, Lotteria, Mos Burger and Mister Donut could all be considered non-halal; and all products using cheese in Saizeriya is not halal for they contain rennet... That leaves... err, tendon or tempura at Tenya if one wants to give fast food in Tokyo a try...
- It’s quite easy to find mosques and musollas in Tokyo and its surrounding area now. There’s a new masjid in Yokohama too, the hometown of Yusuf-san
- Plenty of halal shops and restaurants too, if one knows where to look for it. Siddique and Samrat are among chain restaurants serving halal food, and there are plenty of halal shops in Shin Okubo area as well as online.
- Otsuka mosque provides Islamic classes for children on weekends. ICOJ arranges for Islamic summer school and summer camps for children during summer break annually.
- Leaning Nihonggo would be a bonus for daily life, and she has the advantage of practicing with her family once she starts learning Nihonggo.
“Lega betul saya dapat jumpa masjid ni. Kalau apa-apa jadi kat saya, kalau mati ke, kurang-kurang waris saya dah tahu ke mana nak tuju…”
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2.
Out of the three janazah management (funeral) for ladies that were held in Asakusa Mosque since I arrived and live here, I had only helped attended to the recent one. The first two happened when I was pregnant, so I was excused from helping due to the trans-cultural belief that it is not ‘healthy’ for a pregnant mother to be near a dead body.
Referring to a test pad filled with lots of notes, she directed the four sisters who were in the ghusul room on how to perform toharah (cleasing), wudhu’(ablution) and ghusul(bathing) for the dead sister. The deceased came from a hospital, where she had already been cleaned once, so performing toharah on her was quite easy. She also came clad in a white kimono, which acted as her kain basahan (so there was no need for kain batik lepas to cover her aurat as she was bathed) The rest of us helped with preparing the kafan – producing a long loose sleeveless shirt, a sarong, a tudung, two really long winding sheets and tying ropes – all from white cotton cloth.
The youngest helper in the janazah management was an undergraduate student named Emma from
Koseki-san, the detective from Asakusa Police Station – who visited us 3 times in Ramadhan alone due to the sudden increase in jamaah and activity at the mosque – called me the following day.
Yes, Eid is over – that Saturday when there were almost a 100 people came to the mosque, that was Eid.
No, we did not have any party on Monday, it was a funeral.
The people? We don’t know them personally, just briefly. Most of the men are friends of the deceased’s husband.
No, there was no meeting held at all; we - about 10 women and 20 men - were gathered solely for the funeral and it's a little bit complicated to explain the process in details
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In a totally unrelated way,
Q: Dr Sheikh Muszaphar is not the first Malaysian in space?
A: Here
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
You have my support
Your words, not mine.
You have chosen to be single again
You have my support
I believe that we have to make decisions that we can live with
You have decided to get engaged once
But things happened and you believe now
That it will be better for the two of you to go separate ways
Then so be it
You have my support
It’s difficult for you to accept an insensitive mother-in-law to be
It’s even more difficult to accept that her son is just as insensitive
You believe that they have been unfair to you
And now you have decided
Not to go on with the wedding
Despite all the preparations that have been made
You have made your choice
You have my support
Perhaps life is a bed of roses after all
Amidst all the sweet smelling petals
There are just as many prickly thorns
People who are watching from afar
Might not comprehend
Only those who are lie on those beds of roses
Understand its pain better
I judge them not
But you are my friend
So you’ll have my support
And my love
Always
Saturday, October 20, 2007
The Opappi Eidul Fitri
Nak bagi Duit Raya?
Lupa bawa Oyatsu Raya?
Sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei.. opappi!*
But as it happened – we forgot to take those packets with us when we left for the Embassy (by bus, train and another bus), so zannen deshita.
Kena cari seluar raya?
Sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei…opappi!
Waiting for Faizly at Shibuya eki
Met up with Faizly (who has written an entertaining entry on our Raya experience on his blog) at Shibuya eki, and he brought the butang baju melayu as per hubby’s request. Sofea said that she was supposed to meet up with another Malaysian – Bazilah(?) – but she asked us to go ahead first and promised to meet up with Sofea at the embassy. We boarded the quite crowded but not yet full small Transee bus bound for Daikanyama. One Nihonjin obasan offered her seat for me (and Humaidi), and while the trip is quite short (Malaysian embassy is near the fourth stop), since both hubby and I only had some Raya cookies with a glass of milk each for breakfast that morning, I was grateful for the offer and took it gladly. Faizly who was holding Huzaifah got a seat soon after that as someone vacated the seat near him.
Taken before Huzaifah began his up and down adventure and lost his pants
Just then, the takbir ended and solat raya was about to begin. So I re-joined the congregation, and let Huzaifah be on his own for a while. Before anyone started yelling what an irresponsible parent I am down my throat, let me assure you that Huzaifah was being watched by many acquaintances. One of the thing that comes with being an Ustaz’s son is being known by so many people. And I really did not want to miss this solat Raya because I have no idea when will I get a chance to do so in the future (since I will return to Malaysia next year and might not find a helper to look after my kids, thus might not be able to perform solat raya as part of a jemaah for many years to come). Anyway, I purposely sat at one end of the saf, so that I could put down Humaidi for a while when I prayed. As people stood to form the safs, Sofea joined others next to her, ending with praying right at the first saf for ladies. I was a bit worried because she had never prayed solat sunat Eid before, but alhamdulillah, she managed it well.
Buat semua terkena diarrhea?
Sonnano kankei nei.. sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… opappi!
With Ustaz Jamali, who led the Solat Sunat Raya that morning (thank you for bringing Islamic pamphlets in Nihongo all the way from Malaysia) and Brother Ibrahim from Senegal who lives in Kita Senju
I took turn with Faizly (and the gang, including Fazu) in taking care of Huzaifah and Humaidi while I mingled around, sometimes taking opportunity to introduce Sofea to more people, not unlike the way a mother sometimes interrupted her children to introduce them to family friends and relatives at Raya open house. Sofea was especially happy to be introduced to other Japanese Muslims or Malaysians married to Japanese Muslim, such as Kak Pah and Kak Hani. I chanced upon meeting Aini-san, a Japanese who reverted to Islam 3 years ago and have been married to a Malaysian the past 1 ½ year in the ladies, and introduced Sofea to her. Then we met another Japanese Muslim, Maimunah-san, a friend of Dr. Ina, just before we left the Embassy to go to Nihon Muslim Kyokai. Sofea seemed really delighted to meet them – to find similar souls in the midst of hundreds of aliens (pun intended – that’s what foreigners in
Ayah, Ujai and Akif - all clad in sedondon baju melayu
Makan-makan Raya - notice the almost untouched ayam masak merah in Sofea's plate?
Gambar ramai-ramai meriah-meriah - dengan ucapan, "Cik Kieli jangan lupa hantar no keitai ye"
I didn’t quite realize it until much later, but some people started having diarrhea that very afternoon which was highly likely caused by some mazui ayam masak merah. When we had ours, it tasted okay, but some confessed that theirs were downright ‘basi’. Sofea happened to be one of the earliest to suffer diarrhea, since she started going to the ladies even before we left the Embassy. Fendi and Lia in Tsukuba shared a hilarious story about how members of their small rombongan had to split at various eki along the Yamanote line on their way from Shibuya to Akihabara before everyone finally re-assembled at Akihabara. Kak Hani reported in her Raya entry that the toilet queue at the Embassy staff’s residence (where Open House was held right after the makan-makan at the Embassy ended) resembled a public toilet queue during a concert; a comparison I could truly relate to. By pure chance I once went to Tokyo Dome a few hours before a concert started and the queue at the public toilet was terribly long that I wished I didn’t need to use it so urgently… kalau budak kecik dah terburai dah…
With Husna and her two ASEAN friends - the girl in pink from Myanmar, the other in satin-lacy blue outfit (which looks good enough to pass for an engagement/wedding outfit in Malaysia) is from Thailand
Anyway, while Sofea later confessed that she got diarrhea on the first day of Eid which continued until the second day, she also insisted that she had no regret of joining us because she truly enjoyed celebrating Eid with us. Honestly Kak Aini, we understand that the incident was neither planned nor anticipated, but well, sometimes things like this just happen… We thank you and everyone else who formed part of the makan-makan committee for cooking all those delicious food (notwithstanding the unpleasant ayam masak merah). There would be one huge gap in our Raya celebration if not for the Raya buffet at the Embassy, so again, arigatou gozaimashita. (Personally I didn’t cook any Raya food until the fourth Syawal, when I cooked rendang ayam to go with some left over nasi himpit we ‘tapau’ed from Fendi and Lia’s place.)
Beraya di Malaysia, dijamu ketupat nasi
Beraya di Jepun dijamu sushi?
Sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… opappi!
Maimunah-san is in yellow baju kurung sitting next to Zetty who was holding her daughter Nuha. 1 Syrian, 1 Indonesian, 2 Malaysians and the rest are all Nihonjin
Anyway, I enjoyed chatting with several obachan (aunts) there, who also volunteered to look after Humaidi while I ate. I normally meet up younger Muslim reverts, and seldom get a chance to meet Muslim reverts in their golden age. It was interesting asking the obachan their experience of performing Hajj, of going to other Muslim countries to learn more about Islam. One obachan in particular was wearing baju kurung and Malaysian tudung bawal, bought when she went to
Yasser, hubby, Syahril, Fahmi and one ojichan in JMA kitchen area
The JMA organizes classes on Islam and Arabic in Nihonggo. One JMA sensei was present then, a Nihonjin named Abu Hakeem, is fluent in Arabic, so hubby had no problem communicating with him. Abu Hakeem is trying to encourage more Nihonjin who has reverted or plans to revert to Islam to register with JMA, so that JMA could function better. He believes that since JMA’s committee members comprise mostly ethnic Japanese members, they would be able to better relate and understand situations faced by most new Japanese Muslim reverts. Besides, a revert needs to search for more knowledge than a born Muslim but there seems little induction courses offered for new Muslims in
Berhati-hati di jalan raya?
Berhati-hati masa beraya?
Sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… opappi!
Beraya untuk eratkan hubungan?
Sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… sonnano kankei nei… opappi!
We left Encik Jasri’s house by 6.30 p.m. and decided to give Redha’s invitation a pass. Syahril and Zetty agreed to take Sofea with them and sent her to a Tozai line eki on their way back to Myoden. I chatted with Sofea while waiting for Syahril and Fahmi to get their respective car, asking what she thought of her first Eid celebration. It had been a long day with a lot of ‘first time’s for Sofea.
So we finally bid farewell, as she joined Syahril and Zetty while I finally got a lift on Fahmi’s cozy and luxurious Volvo. After sending Faizly to Shibuya eki, Fahmi and Yasser sent us back to Asakusa. Hubby was so tired that he napped in the car almost throughout our journey home. I dozed on and off in the car, since Humaidi was not really asleep yet.
Note: * Refers to a phrase popularized by Kojima Yoshio, a top Japanese entertainer (in 2007 anyway, and he earns about 820 times more than what he earned last year) who used to be a student of Waseda University.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Niigata City Masjid Project
This one goes out especially to Muslims in Japan.
Our Muslim brothers and sisters in Niigata are now seeking financial assistance to buy a house meant to be used as a masjid.The Muslim community there have already identified a suitable house for this purpose, priced at 15,000,000 yen. They have so far managed to collect about 11,000,000 yen and in need of additional 4,000,000 yen.
Reasons for needing a place of their own?
They used to rent a room, but it was too small for everyone to get together.
What makes it even more urgent is that the neighbors have started to complain about the crowd and the 'noise' during Jumu'ah, tarawih and daily solat, thus they had been asked to vacant the room the soonest possible. These reasons are often quoted in many other areas, including in Yokohama when they decided to create their own mosque.
In line with the hadith "Whoever builds a mosque, desiring thereby Allāh's pleasure, Allāh builds for him the like of it in paradise", I humbly urge all who could, to please donate to:
Postal account name: Annu-ru Bunkakai (アンヌール文化会 )
Number: 11210 - 30179871
Bank account name: Annu-ru (アンヌール)
Bank: Daishi Bank (第四銀行)
Branch: Uchino (内野支店)
Branch Number: 237
Account Number: 1315692
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An announcement on behalf of Asakusa Mosque:
There will be a talk by Al-Ustaz Wafdi, a Penangite who used to study in Syria, on Saturday 20 October 2006, after maghrib, (around 5.00 p.m.). The talk will be delivered in Bahasa Malaysia insya Allah. All are invited.
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Psst psst... I am still working on that Raya entry. Osokunachatte, gomen ne...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Call for doa and more...

Spring 2007

Eid 1428
I am no preacher - but haven't we been advised to prioritise our relatives and closer ones in giving charity? I have forgotten the hadith on that - but here's another one that might be worthy for a pause to reflect
Narrated Abu Musa Al-Ash'ari:
The Prophet said, "On every Muslim there is enjoined (a compulsory) Sadaqa (alms)." They (the people) said, "If one has nothing?' He said, "He should work with his hands so that he may benefit himself and give in charity." They said, "If he cannot work or does not work?" He said, "Then he should help the oppressed unhappy person (by word or action or both)." They said, "If he does not do it?" He said, "Then he should enjoin what is good (or said what is reasonable).' They said, "If he does not do that''' He said, "Then he should refrain from doing evil, for that will be considered for Him as a Sadaqa (charity) . "
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Psst psst... post on Raya coming soon, insya Allah.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
This Ramadhan..
Three new Muslimat in one month, alhamdulillah.
None of our accomplishments, of course since hidayah/guidance is Allah's work and Allah's work alone - but I am grateful for we had been chosen to be here to facilitate the syahadah ceremonies...
It has indeed been quite a memorable Ramadhan. (and not only because I have forgotten to ask for a set of butang baju melayu to be included in the family sedondon baju raya package from Malaysia, and thus now wonder if I could get to borrow a set of 5 butang baju melayu from anyone...)
Hubby is planning to join Syahril and Zetty going to the Eid party organized by Nihon Muslim Kyokai (Japanese Muslim Association), bringing with us Sofea Haruka who had only seemed happy that we had invited her along for Eidul Fitri gathering at the Malaysian embassy. Hubby and I have decided to sort of ‘adopt’ Sofea Haruka. I want her first Eid to be something she can remember fondly in years to come – as one where she would not be left standing alone while others surrounding her happily (or sobbingly) kiss and hug their parents, friends, spouses or kids. She deserves a good Eid – after all this is only her first Ramadhan but she had never intentionally missed fasting, even on those days when she missed waking up for sahur.
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Selamat menyambut kemenangan mujahadah sebulan Ramadhan
May we be blessed and protected by Allah always.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Call for more do'a
We both knew about the test which is faced by Kak D, our senior at school now. Her husband had recently been diagnosed with cancer while they are in the UK, away from home. We both have been making a lot of do'a for her husband’s quick recovery and for her and her family to be able to hang tough during this difficult moment. But I thought there must be something more I could do to help lessen Kak D’s burden in some way…
So, here’s urging my fellow readers – especially my ex-schoolmate – to also help making more do'a for Kak D’s husband's recovery (he is also our ex-schoolmate), for her and her family…
It’s not much, I know. But I’m hoping that do'a made by friends – do'a sahabat – especially in this holy Ramadhan , could be more mustajab… Aamiinnn
Friday, October 05, 2007
Confession of an ex-7-year-old-runaway
Not only it’s full of competitive parents; (“Mine already memorizes ABCs, knows her numbers, perfectly potty trained, and she’s only 2!” claimed one and the other would quickly chip in “Oooh wonderful, but mine could spell and had a vocabulary of 300 words even before he was 2”)
it’s full of those pinpointing others’ weaknesses.
“Their son is terrible, terrible. He is an accident waiting to happen. Didn’t you know that he almost fell into the big pot of curry in our neighbor’s kitchen when they were visiting last Raya? Not once, but twice! Imagine him in our home, with all our crystals. What horrors!”
“Didn’t you know that their 4 year old stopped a car by standing in the middle of the road? What were they thinking not locking him up properly in the house?”
“Has the boy no shame, still insisting being breastfed when he’s what, almost 4? Shouldn’t she started weaning him off ages ago?”
“She asked her maid to do her 12 year old daughter period-stained laundry. The girl should be taught how to get it done herself. Berdosa orang lain basuh darah haid dia.”
“Their kids need to learn more discipline. They came in, caused a ruckus and they left without apologizing at all. Look at all those stains on our sofa, the spills on the floor and the eldest almost broke our standing lamp. And the parents never said a thing to stop them at all!”Oh yes, it’s easy to gossip about other kids, other parents.
It’s easy to point out their weaknesses, easy to say that they should be doing this or that.
I guess that‘s why the top choice for an online poll regarding almarhumah Nurin Jazlin’s case in Utusan Malaysia recently was one which could imply that her parents had been rather careless all these while. Despite feeling sorry for the parents, a friend believed that they were partly to be blamed for the tragedy – what were they thinking letting an 8-year old on her own going to the pasar malam? A tabloid was crueler – implying that the poor kid had been kidnapped due to the father’s dealing with Ah Long. These two allegations were untrue, of course – haven’t we been reminded again and again not to believe everything written in the newspaper? Go read the blog by the late girl’s uncle to get the honest truth… Al-fatihah for almarhumah Nurin…
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Anyway, I am with those who call for public to stop criminalizing parents for negligence. Accidents could happen to anyone - and people in glass houses should not throw stone. This world we live in now is becoming more and more selfish with each passing day. When I was eight, I could wander alone after school, went to the shop alone, with not much care. Chances are – people passing by would recognize me as cucu Hj Hassan (I used to stay with my grandparents until I was 9). If they saw me or my friends doing something unbecoming – like eating rambutan on someone else’s tree – they would call out – “Hoi, dok buat apa tu? Aku habaq kat ayah/ tok wan hang sat ni…” and I/we would lintang pukang climbed down and ran away. Society used to play an active role in being a child’s caretaker.
So was the role of being a child’s protector – if they saw a group of children playing in dangerous area – the canal for example, unsupervised – then an adult passing by on a motorbike would stop and warned us to go home. On the other hand, they wouldn’t hesitate for a second to jump in the canal if they suspect that a child might be drowning. No decent neighbor would give a mother uncaring blank look like this blogger received when her child almost drowned in a public pool.
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Close friends of mine might have heard of the ‘adventure’ I had as a 7 year old runaway. Not that I was seriously thinking of leaving my home for good. It just so happened that very morning Ayah had taken my younger brother out without taking me too, so I made up my mind to join them at the “Rest House”, their supposed destination I overheard when Ayah was talking on the phone. Ayah left in early morning, so mid morning, while I was supposed to be playing with my youngest brother at the front porch, I slipped quietly, leaving my 2 year old brother on his own. Yes, I was reckless, and that was very irresponsible, so kids, please do not try this at home.
So I began walking one of the longest walk I ever took. I was in Kampung Syed Syeh, Kelang Lama, (which was closer to Lunas than to Kulim) hoping to reach the Rest House in Bukit Mertajam by walking. I thought surely the “Rest House” Ayah mentioned in his phone conversation was the one in Bukit Mertajam, where he sometimes brought us to for dinner since Kulim back in the 80s was rather small and had nothing much to offer in term of good makan place. I thought I knew the way and it wasn’t that difficult – the route from Kulim to Bukit Mertajam back then was mostly a long, long stretch of rubber plantations. Kelang Lama to Kulim itself was not that near. By the time I reached Kulim town, it was getting hotter and humid. I paced evenly, sometimes skipping so as to make the journey faster.
I walked on and on until I reached the junction going to Junjung – people familiar with Kulim would know it as the junction where one turn to go to Kolej Mara Kulim (MRSM Kulim back then) when one pakcik on a bicycle asked me – where was I going. I answered that I was going to the Rest House in Bukit Mertajam, to meet up with my Ayah. “Awat tak naik bas?,” the pakcik asked me. No money, I answered, “Dah makan?,” he further enquired. Not yet – and I began to realize that I was turning hungry just that very moment.
That pakcik asked me to hop on the back of his bike and he cycled back home. I had lunch with him and his wife – I couldn’t remember what I had, but I remember the lunch to be ‘sedap’. After praying Zohor, pakcik took me on his bike and cycled to Kulim, to the police station. I sat on a bench while he lodged a police report, and then a lanky abang polis in plain clothes came to me and asked a few questions – where was I going, who was I going to meet, why did I want to walk all the way to Bukit Mertajam. I concocted some story about meeting my Ayah in Bukit Mertajam, that I am used to go to Bukit Mertajam on my own or something along that line.
It so happened that the particular lanky abang polis was going to Bukit Mertajam himself, so he thanked the pakcik for bringing me to the police station and assured him that they would take care of me from then on. I salam the pakcik and he gave me 1 ringgit. 1 ringgit at that time was a lot for a 7 year old – what more coming from a pakcik who was living in a simple hut. I took it, thanked him for the lunch, the money and kirim salam to makcik.
So, next - adventure with abang polis. He took my hand and walked with me to the bus station where we boarded a bus to Bukit Mertajam. “Adik berapa tahun?”, he asked, and I answered 6 – too afraid that if I told him the truth – 7 - then he would ask me where my school was and might follow up with more questions and I would be returning home to Kampung Syed Syeh instead of going to Bukit Mertajam. He asked me a few other stuff – what does my father do, why do I have to meet him in Bukit Mertajam instead of him picking me up in Kulim etc etc etc. But for most part of the journey, I was not really paying attention to abang polis’s queries as I was more interested in looking out the bus window, because it was my first time ever boarding a public bus to Bukit Mertajam and the scenery sure looked different from the ones I usually viewed in Ayah’s car.
The bus journey ended all too soon when the next thing I knew, we were stopping right in front of the Rest House. And my heart started to beat doubly harder than usual. My palms started to get clammy when I noticed that Ayah’s car was nowhere to be seen in the Rest House’s compound. Right after we entered the Rest House together, Abang polis asked the girl behind the Registration counter if anyone was registered under my Ayah’s name. Nope. I pulled on his pants – let’s go check the restaurant, and so we went to the Rest House’s café. But like I miserably suspected when I saw Ayah’s car was not in the parking lot – there was no trace of Ayah or my brother there. Abang polis was getting to be more concerned – but hey, right then he bumped onto a higher police officer in the café.
So they re-interrogated me – my name, my father’s name, my father’s occupation, my address. I told them that my Ayah worked in Bagan (Butterworth, as known to oghang utagha), but instead of a contractor, I told them that my father was an inspector. And it happened that there was one Inspector Baharom working in Butterworth, which they traced by making phone calls from the café.
But alas Inspector Baharom’s kids were all a lot older than a scruffy 7 year old girl. "No, she’s not mine", he told the two police officers who were obviously getting to be more ruffled.
“Adik, kita balik Kulim naa,” abang polis said softly, to which I nodded my agreement. It was no fun anymore – all the way to Bukit Mertajam and Ayah was not in sight. I was getting scared too – thinking of the punishment Ayah would lay down for me. Rotan, ketuk ketampi, no duit sekolah, the works. We went back to Kulim on the senior officer’s Alfa Romeo. I remembered thinking how stiff the cushion was compared to the comfy seat in my Ayah’s battered Mercedes. And the car perfume was too strong – perhaps to conceal the smell of cigarette which it failed miserably. I was familiar with the smell of 555 cigarettes, which used to be my late Tok Ayah’s choice. I was quiet most of the journey back to Kelang Lama, until they reached Sekolah Sultan Badlishah and asked for direction to my house.
I was too afraid to lead them back to my house, so I showed them the way to my neighbor’s house. Remember – I lived in a kampong where a neighbor is not quite next door as in modern taman perumahan. My neighbor, upon being asked by the policemen if they recognize me, quickly pointed to my grandparents house – “ni cucu Hj Hassan…”. So we went back in the car and they finally sent me to the right place where I belonged.
The two policemen went out of the car first, as I began to slump as lowly as possible on the stiff seat. It wasn’t long before Tok Ayah came to the window to identify me. He yelled at me. The first – and only – time he ever scolded me. My gentle Tok Ayah who had never hit me or raised his voice at me – was looking terribly furious at that time. I quickly dashed out of the car, and ran to my room, locking myself in. Clutching tightly the 1 ringgit note given by the pakcik earlier, I suddenly regretted venturing out that morning. I was scared, I was exhausted and I cried myself to sleep.
The caning came as I deserved it. For leaving my baby brother on his own. For not telling my grandparents that I was going out. For venturing out alone – who knows what dangers were out there? I could have been kidnapped and sold! What was I thinking?
It turned out that Ayah took my brother to see a child specialist in Penang, agreeing to meet my biological mother in the Rest House in Penang first before going to the clinic together. They never went to Bukit Mertajam at all – I merely assumed they would, because the one Rest House I was familiar with was the one in Bukit Mertajam where Ayah sometimes took us for a beefsteak treat. They were not taking my brother out alone for a fun trip, but rather a medical treatment. I didn’t know that my brother was seriously ill at that time – that they needed to operate on his bone marrow or something.
No, I still don’t know what I was thinking back then, intending to walk all the way from Kelang Lama to Bukit Mertajam. Sometimes, as we drove along the stretch I walked from Kelang Lama to the Junjung junction, I wondered myself – from where did I got the energy to walk that far? Looking back, I guess it’s only Allah’s miraculous protection that keep anything bad from happening to me at all. So many things could have gone wrong. I could have been kidnapped and be sold, I could have met with an accident, I could have been lost and never found my way back.
What happened that day – it was not due to my guardian’s negligence. But the fact that I was returned safely to my family – was contributed by good people; the pakcik, the abang polis, the senior police officer, my neighbor.
Back in the days when "mendidik anak seorang" really involved "sekampung"…
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Of two people with high self-esteem
The week before last, I attended my friends’ graduation ceremony. Yes, I was impressed (and tumpang bangga) with Daud who topped the Dean’s List as well as acted as the Class of 2007’s valedictorian (a role usually reserved for Japanese student, or so claimed Pokcik who had attended 5 graduation ceremonies previously but had never witnessed any non-Japanese valedictorian until last week). Daud worked hard, and it came as no surprise to see him maintaining 4.0 CGPA from his first semester until the end.
On the other hand, I was equally impressed with Masa-san – who entered Waseda the same time with Daud, but did not graduate.
So, well, what is so impressive with someone who did not earn enough credits to graduate, then, huh?
I did not know Masa-san before this, but I was impressed that despite his failure to graduate, he attended the graduation ceremony, taking time to celebrate his friends’ successes and congratulated them in person.
“Kalau kita, mesti tak datang dah. Malu. Tak tau nak jawab apa kalau orang tanya kenapa tak graduate sekali…” a fellow Malaysian confessed.
But not Masa-san. While he showed appreciation for others who graduate, apparently he set another rules for himself. So, he did not graduate, it doesn’t make him any lesser person. Self-esteem is not necessarily built upon the experience of success; it could also be built upon the maturity and acceptance of oneself. He was there for his friends, he was okay with his own 'failure' and if there are people who found his presence puzzling, then so be it. He had no problem with it. Not graduating after two years doesn’t hinder him from standing tall and keep smiling.
That was really impressive.
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The other day, I was cycling home when I chanced upon a girl riding a jinriki-sha (rickshaw). Tourists riding jinriki-sha, pulled by a man such as this ojisan is a common sight in Asakusa, but there are a lot of younger, lithe, good looking (and English speaking) jinriki-sha pullers around. As it was during the obon season, and a lot of people were on natsu yasumi (summer holiday), there were an increase of tourists sightseeing on jinriki-sha then.
It seemed as though the girl, in her twenties clad in a nice yukata, might be flirting with her jinriki-sha puller, an attractive guy in his twenties. It doesn’t matter that she belongs to the plus size. Not merely in ‘size-12-is-fat’ plus size, but rather closer to celebrity Murakami Tomoko’s size, almost double the size of her jinriki-sha puller. But at that particular moment, it appeared as if her size mattered little, if at all – she was smiling happily, bantering merrily, occasionally giggling – all in all, clearly enjoying herself.
That was quite a memorable sight.