Sunday, 30 August 2015

Will the last Anak Melayu to leave the room please switch off the light?

Fifty-eight years ago, on 31 Aug 1957, at 691 Pasir Panjang Road Singapore, the whole family were sitting around our radio, listening to the commentary of the declaration of Malaya's independence.  Came the part when the Union Jack was lowered and the Malayan flag took its place

I saw the tears rolling down from Abah's eyes. I was only 13 and I just had to ask Abah "why?".

"I cry because my country is free (of the British).  But I also fear for the future of my country and my people."

 Today, in my father's Tanah-Air, his fears have come true.  Allahyarham Usman Awang's lament  ..

 ...... returns to haunt us again.

The shameful and shabby shenanigans of  Malay leadership - past and present -  only serves to prove George Santayana's (1863-1952) quote :

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to relive it.

We are becoming or have become a condemned race.

When the longest serving 4th Prime Minister of Malaysia gave his blessings for the Chinese/Indian-dominated Bersih 4, and their agenda  ...

http://www.rockybru.com.my/2015/08/the-day-tun-m-joins-mules-donkeys.html

...... then indeed we are condemned.  I fear for the lower-income Malays living in the kampung and on the margins of cities like KL, JB , Ipoh and Pulau Pinang.  All, if not a majority of them have been loyal to UMNO and all its leaders.

When Bill Clinton was asked if  he smoked marijuana, he confessed he experimented with it, but he did not inhale!  I suppose our 4th Prime Minister could also declare that he did not participate in Bersih 4, he only visited the site after it was over.

Tomorrow is the 58th anniversary of Malaya's independence.  What independence?  Whose independence?

Osman, our road sweeper friend said to me. "Alah Kak.  Merdeka apa ni?  Merdeka kepala otak!"

Indeed  'Man - tis only Merdeka for those who are using their kepala otak - for selling their  bangsa down the river.

I'm done with spitting at the sky.




Wednesday, 26 August 2015

What's it all about, Rusty?

We have an uncanny cat.

When we moved to our house in Setiawangsa, a black cat we would call "Poppy" seemed to be a part of the place.   A stray cat, she hung around, very warily, and we fed her.    Poppy had kittens, and when she disappeared after a neighbour's wedding, the four offspring stayed.    One of them was called Rusty.

When we were back in Leicester 2 years ago, Rusty was taken ill and our niece Maria had to take him to the vet at Wangsa Maju.  We were of course dreadfully worried and concerned.  And then something very weird happened.

The spouse picked up the phone and dialed the Vet's KL number.   Suddenly, through the French window, he caught a fleeting glance of a black cat that looked exactly like Rusty.    That was odd - we had never had a cat in the backyard before.   Occasionally, at night, a fox.   But never a cat.

The spouse called me to look.      The black cat  gave  a piercing and long stare at the both of us as we gasped, "It's Rusty!!"    After doing a little 'job' in our back garden plot,  Rusty's double climbed the wall and disappeared.   And we never saw him again.

The spouse carried on with the call to the Vet.   Rusty was fine, she assured us, and was responding to treatment.      We didn't tell her, then, that we had already seen Rusty's agent!!

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.  (from Shakespeare's Hamlet)

Since then poor Rusty has been in and out of the Vet's - taking up medical residence for 1 month, then a few weeks and on our last sojourn in Leicester he was in for 3 months until we got back.  This time the Vet suggested that Rusty may require an operation to remove a part of his flabby colon.  Since June, we have been carefully tending to Rusty's health and diet and finally today we bit the bullet and decided to take him to Jalan Gasing Veterinary Hospital for the operation.

Two things worried us.  Firstly Rusty's operation.  Secondly, getting to PJ.   During Hari Raya, we had visited some friends in Taman Tun Dr Ismail and Kampung Tunku.   We got lost before we got to TTDI, and then must have spent forty-five minutes going round and round Kampung Tunku's 'mulberry bush' to look for the address we wanted.  To get home our host kindly offered to lead us to DUKE highway in his car and get us back on our way.   It was that bad for us!

This time we turned to Google maps for the route to Jalan Gasing.

From Setiawangsa to Jalan Gasing - The Guide and Map.
NB - We don't believe in SatNavs.

With our hearts in our mouths, we made the journey to Jalan Gasing and back to Setiawangsa.   In the end, it was fairly straightforward.

But most thankful of all, the Specialist Vet did not think an operation was necessary.    He had seen far worse cases, and Rusty, he said, could be managed with a proper diet and plenty of liquid.

And here's Rusty melepak-ing in the garden after the trauma of the car ride.


He has to be kept on a harness and leash to stop him scavenging for food around the neighbourhood.  Rusty has a stomach like a bottomless pit - that's why his colon is in the state it's in.

Here are a couple of snaps to show where Rusty used to look for snacks.

This is a frequent scene in our neighbourhood - rubbish which are chucked and tucked away from the houses with the Mercedes, BMWs, Hondas and Toyotas.  And it's just beside our fence!  Nimbys - a proud aspect of this Malay middle-class suburbia!


The discards from suburbia deposited near Osman and Aisha's work trolley.  This means additional work for them.  Note the Clarks shoes in the blue plastic basket.  In its condition, that could be sold in our charity shop, Leicester Animal Rescue.  No wonder Malaysians are worried sick about the depreciating ringgit!

Aisha chatting with her favourite stray cat next to a pile of leaves that she had just swept together.

So Rusty's days of rummaging and snacking on rubbish are over.

We also notice the population of stray cats in our neighbourhood is growing.  (They are being fed by some of us and by Osman and Aisha - our road sweepers -  who between them earn just about MYR 2,000 per month ).There's one particular one, ridden with mange.  It took the spouse two months to coax it into a cage (on the first try, it actually picked up the saucer of food with its teeth and carried it out of the cage!) so that it could be treated at the vet's to rid it of its miserable discomfort and  before it could infect the other cats in the vicinity.

The two geriatrics too had a fair share of falls this time.  Ash had it on the first of Ramadan and the spouse said he had never seen such a graceful fall.  Six weeks later it was his turn.  After a lovely dinner of ikan tiga rasa we discovered the car's battery had given up the ghost (because we forgot to turn off the lights).  So we walked in the semi- dark, for about one km along Jalan Setiawangsa to get the mechanic.  Iain tripped and fell, grazing the knee and elbow, ruining a pair of trousers.  But he fell like a pro, making sure his bionic hip was not affected.

So that's the Story of Ash for the last few months - a bit woeful but we're luckier than most.



Sunday, 9 August 2015

A little jaunt into escapism ......


.......  in the last few weeks I find myself preferring to keep away from printed and electronic news and views.    I know that in the razzmatazz-culture of software and hard disks and facebook and twitter; books and the appreciation of books are not coooool.     Well, as a card-carrying member of the dinosaur generation I've been indulging myself again,  leafing through my collection of books - books I've been accumulating since the 1960s, books that were bought brand-new from MPH, Donald Moore, Peter Chong and University bookshops during the 1960s and 1970s - as well as second-hand books scavenged in Singapore, Batu Pahat, Muar, Kuala Lumpur, Kuala Kangsar, Chowrasta in Penang, Brunei, India, and New Zealand.    The cream of the crop came from forays to jumble sales, charity shops, library book sales, car boots and second hand book shops in England.  Because it's such an  oldy-woldy country there's such an abundance of  antiquated and nostalgic stuff to amass - from stamps and spoons to books and writing bureaus.  But I digress.

In the old days when books had pride of place in many homes, books published by Penguin were as common as mobiles and televisions and computers today.     Remember this ?

Fig. 1

I first read this in 1960 and again a few months ago.  The detective-hero is Albert Campion and I was unaware until just recently, that Margery Allingham's stories had been made into a BBC TV series in 1989-1990.

Penguin Books were first published in 1935 - making inexpensive paperback books available to the public.  Penguin was responsible not only for producing fiction but also books on serious themes in the sciences, arts and politics.

Back in the 1930s, Noel Carrington met up with the founder of Penguin, Allen Lane and suggested a series of fiction and non-fiction  paperback books for children.  And so Puffin Books was born. Puffin grew in leaps and bounds stretching from The Lion, the Witch and  the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis to Roald Dahl, Janet and Alan Ahlberg and Richard Adam's Watership Down  (which I read many times over and which made me cry buckets of tears each time!).

Here are a couple of Puffin books in my keeping.
Fig. 2 . First published 1937. Published in Puffin Story Books 1955.



Fig. 3 -1980s Fiction.

As for the Puffin logo it had had several makeovers.

Fig. 4 - 1940s

Fig. 5 - 1970s

Fig. 6 - 1980s



In keeping up with technology, Puffin now produces Puffin Virtually Live - a series of interactive webcasts.

But give me the paper-back version any time - one I can read in the bus, behind the door to escape my mother looking for me to buy her kelapa parut from the one shop (about 1 mile away from our Pasir Panjang kampung) that had the hi-tech (for the 1950s!) machine for grating raw coconut.  Best of all I can tuck away my book - all dog-eared and mucky - under my pillow.

But this is my most precious Puffin, nicked from the spouse's book shelf 31 years ago!!  He tried to reclaim this Puffin but as it doesn't have his name in it - too bad, mate!

Fig. 7

Fig. 8 - Note the flags of Syria, Iraq, Lebanon, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Yemen and Transjordan.

 "The Arabs" was published in 1947, written by R. B. Serjeant and illustrated by Edward Bawden.  Because I had a thoroughly colonial education, and learned very little about the non-Christian/Caucasian world,  this book would have been a real change from imbibing the history of Imperial India, Canada, USA, Australia, New Zealand,  UK the Motherland, Europe and China.  For someone who is fascinated with maps, this book provides wonderful maps to show the location of the Arab world in 750 AD and the Arab world 'today' between 1919 up to the end of the Second World War as well as a map of pre-Israel Palestine.

Map 1 - The Arab World in AD 750

Map 2 - The Arab World between 1919 (the end of the Ottoman Empire)  and 1945.  

Map 3 - Palestine before the creation of Israel in 1948.

The world tends to regard the Arabs (and Muslims for that matter) as a homogeneous group of people. But Serjeant made this very clear when he wrote this in 1947.

Fig.  9 - From page 3.

He then went on to describe Arab life in the villages, of the freer life in the desert, of mountain Arabs, Marsh Arabs and Arabs of the sea coast. Serjeant made a "sincere effort to present the history and culture of the region".   In school we all learned about  Vasco Da Gama as the first European to reach India by sea, linking Europe and the East.  But we were never told  about  his Arab pilot Ibn Majid  ...
Fig. 10  - From page 14.


.........  which Serjeant did!


The rest of the book touched upon the birth and growth of Islam, the Arab conquests, the Ummayad and Abbasid Caliphates and just a cursory reference to the Crusades.

When Serjeant moved on to the topics of the decline and the awakening of the Arabs, then we see the workings of the imperial designs of the British, the French, the Italians and the Germans to carve up the post-Ottoman Muslim Middle East into their little fiefdoms.  Compare Map 2 and Map 4 especially the division and creation of smaller Arab states like Kuwait, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan (Trans Jordan), Iraq, Sudan and Egypt and of course Saudi Arabia.

Note how Serjeant  ( a Scottish 'Arabist' and traveller, who lived from 1915 to 1993) dismissed the mighty Ottoman Empire  ......

Map 4 - The Ottoman Empire in 1683  (Wikipedia)


...... as  " backward Turkish rulers"

Fig. 11 (from page 31)

The Ottoman empire, founded in 1299, ended in 1922 because they "could not resist the advance of modern western states like Britain and France".  It was one of the world's most powerful states in the 15th and 16th centuries.  Extending from the Middle East to Hungary, the Balkans, Greece and parts of the Ukraine, it was regarded as a transcontinental empire, and a meeting point between east and west.  But like all empires it could not last for ever.

This was how Serjeant (and the Caucasian-Christian powers) laid out the future of the Muslim-Arab world after the First and Second World War.

Fig 12 - from page 30

Fig 13 - from page 31


A striking feature of this Puffin book is the lack of photographs.   It is illustrated completely by sketches and drawings by Bawden (1903-1989) a well-known English illustrator and painter.   Lovely for a children's book, but I remembered other ways of recording history....

So let me try to link Bawden's sketches with some photographs - and with some stamps from the spouse's childhood stamp album.    The spouse himself has a hazy memory of the Middle East (he remembers seeing the banks of the Suez Canal in 1947).   But his childhood was scattered with images of Middle Eastern politics nevertheless - in his stamp album..

1.  King Abd al-Aziz of Saudi Arabia  (1876-1953).  In 1915  he allied himself with the British and Arabia became a British protectorate from 1915-1927.    In 1932 he declared himself as King of Saudi Arabia.  In Map 1, there's only 'Arabia' and it became 'Saudi Arabia' in Map 2.



In 1937 American explorers discovered oil in Saudi Arabia , "more oil ....... than in the United States itself !"  (Serjeant)



2.  King Faisal I of Iraq

King Faisal I  ( 1883-1933). Reigned from 1921 - 1933.

King Faisal had a very complex background.  He was the son of the Sharif of Mecca (the then guardian of Islam's holy places).  His association with T.E. Lawrence  and the Arab Revolt are all too familiar. He was at the 1919 Paris Peace Conference.  Even though Syrian nationalists had installed him as their ruler in 1920 (with the blessings of the British), the French threw him out and Faisal was given the second prize by the British - they planned a new throne for him in Iraq. We all know how this game of musical chairs is still being played out in the Middle East, this time with new goons on the block like the USA and Israel!

His reign was fraught with problems but he managed to maneuvre some kind of independence for Iraq in 1932.  In the end, his role in juggling the various anarchic factions in Iraq ended only in tears and he died in 1933 in Berne - poisoned according to some sources.

He was succeeded by his son Ghazi I (1912-1939) but his reign was short (1933-1939).  Ghazi was killed in a mysterious car crash and his son Faisal II (1935-1958) the boy-king was installed ......

Faisal II (1935-1958).  Reigned from 1939-1958.
 ........ guided by the Regent, his uncle.  Faisal's reign was cut short mainly because of the Regent's and his decision to allow UK to retain control of Iraqi affairs.  Iraq was tied up to the British Empire by a 25 year military alliance with the British maintaining her military bases. The Iraq Petroleum Company, a conglomerate of British, French and US interests were ensured concessions for oil exploration and production. There were massive protests against these so-called alliances with Britain and the West and hundreds of demonstrators died.  As a result the relationship between the King and the people deteriorated.  In 1958  Faisal II was deposed  and killed  in the July Revolution of 1958.  Iraq became a Republic and was ruled by various secular leaders culminating in the rise  of Saddam Hussein as President of Iraq in 1979.


3.  Sidi Idris al-Sanusi or Idris of Libya  (1889-1983)

Idris of Libya (1889-1983) . Reigned from 1951-1969.

....and from the spouse's stamp album:
Libya was seized from the Ottomans and she became an Italian colony from 1910-1947.

Idris allied himself with the British during the Second World War to get rid of the Italian colonists. He was the first and only king of Libya and was deposed in 1969 in a coup led by Army Officers.

Muammar Gaddafi became President of Libya from 1969 until he was  "defeated " and murdered during the "Arab Spring Awakening" of 2011.  Gaddafi was, for many years, a thorn in the side of the West and the "Arab Spring" was a god-given opportunity for  NATO countries to  break up and weaken this belligerent  and oil-rich Arab nation.


4.  Emir Abdullah of Transjordan / King Abdullah I of Jordan

Abdullah 1 of Jordan ( 1882-1951)
Emir of  Transjordan from 1921-1946

King of Jordan from 1946-1951

Brother of King Faisal I of Iraq, he worked with the Brtish agent T.E. Lawrence against Ottoman rule during the First World War.  The Jordanian royal family, up to the present, have been close allies of the British.  In fact the mother of the present King Abdullah II  was the daughter of a British military officer.

King Abdullah I was assassinated at Al Aqsa in 1951



5.  Imam Yahya of Yemen (1869-1948)  Reigned from  (1918-1948)

Imam Yahya came from  the al-Qasimi dynasty who had been ruling "most of  Yemen proper and South Saudi Arabia for 900 years" (wiki).  Today Yemen, like Libya and Iraq, is awash with violence and bloodshed - caught up in a maelstrom of  political machinations by the West and its proxies, and the fractured and divisive legacies of post-Ottoman, post First World War policies.

Certainly Serjeant's summation has come to naught.

Fig. 14 - Page 31
Fig. 15 -Page 32

Imam Yahya was assassinated in February 1948 by a member of the Bani Murad tribe.


6.  King Farouq of Egypt (1920-1965) reigned from 1936-1952.  The Egyptian monarchy was set up by the British in the 1920s and Farouq succeeded his father King Fuad I in 1936.  He led a "scandalous and grotesquely self-indulgent lifestyle and the belief that some of his closest associates had profited by supplying defective weapons and munitions to the forces had eroded the army's loyalty" - he was "despised at home and abroad as an ineffectual playboy", (Richard Cavendish in History Today.2002).
(1920-1965)

King Farouq ruled from 1936-1952


He was overthrown in a coup led by Army Officers in 1952 and Egypt was declared a Republic.


As Serjeant was concerned only with the British fiefdoms in the Middle East; Syria and Lebanon which were part of the French booty after the end of the Ottoman empire were not included in his purview.  Still, I shall insert those stamps from the 1930s that celebrated the hegemony of the Christian-Caucasian Europeans before the coming of the mighty Empire of the United States-cum-Israel.
Lebanon

Syria


And the most pulverized people in the world - Palestine.





                                                               ====================

To quote :http://rmc.library.cornell.edu/rabbithole/exhibition/usandthem/index.html  '

Us and Them: Ethnocentrism and Racism

As any demagogue will tell you, if you want to instill a certain belief in a population, get 'em while they're young.  Children are generally short on life experience, and must rely on adults for much of their information about the world.  This provides the perfect opportunity for a culture to pass its worst qualities - racism, xenophobia, etc - to the next generation.



A Malaysian Postscript

How would my view of Arabs and  Arab history be tainted if I had read Serjeant's and Bawden's book when I was 10-11?   In those days, of course, my perception of the non-white/Christian world was effectively perverted by my colonial education.  However, as we can observe around us here in Malaysia and in other parts of the Islamic world, we are doing to ourselves what the West worked so hard to achieve, in brainwashing  our fathers and forefathers.

Here's a video of our Arab brothers making their annual hijrah to London to escape the heat in Arabland and to swagger their wealth - and this time it coincides with Ramadan 2015!   Was this what their forefathers fought for nearly a hundred years ago?


                                     
                                        Eid Mubarak! 

Today the Arabs in the Middle East  have not "fallen behind the West in scientific and technical progress."  (See Fig. 10,  from page 31.)  But they now have unremitting wars and bloodshed.  Iraq, Syria, Yemen, Libya and Palestine have become an inferno of chaos and violence and deaths.  I wonder what Serjeant would write about the Syrian refugees fleeing in desperation for safety and succour.

Here in our part of the world, we have our version of  'Young Turks' - eager to be The Other, to rise above the colour of their skin and the framework of their culture, to deny their ethnicity and to claim 'we are all the same'.

Well, just last week we found ourselves sitting at breakfast in our local makan shop with a  Malaysian academic,  He had a Ph.D and as he is a Malay in his late 50s, I guess he must be one of those beneficiaries of the NEP  during the reign of his much-hated UMNO - paid for by the rakyat. He is very knowledgeable in western science and Islam.  Over our plates of  tosai he expounded to us about al-Qada' wa'l-Qadar (Divine Will and Decree), and to conclude his pontificating he declared that he preferred to be regarded as a Muslim and not a Malay.  (And this Muslim male, by the way, tended to look away - or down his nose -whenever I had something to add to the conversation.)

What experience and history teach is this - that people and governments never have learned anything from history, or acted on principles deduced from it.  ( Hegel 1770 - 1831)

Et tu Malays?  [Even you/And you Malays ?]


But then - I'm only a woman!  And this post is just a female's jaunt into escapism.













Thursday, 23 July 2015

"Pendekar Melayu Lapok" (with apologies to the brilliant Allahyarham P. Ramlee)

England's greatest bard is William Shakespeare.  He is often quoted to illustrate political shenanigans, hypocrisies and  'over-riding ambition'  that persist in our civilized world.  My favourite quote is Caliban's retort to Miranda in the Tempest.





This is the voice of the colonized against the coloniser - using their language to turn the tables on them!  It has always been my desire as an English language teacher that the language my students learn will not only help them to succeed in  their career but to arm them against doublespeak and double standards.

Secondly, in the realm of politics we can always depend on Antony's speech at Julius Caesar's funeral in Act 3 Scene 2 of  'Julius Caesar' .  It is a most exquisite speech in putting down a political foe ; Brutus.

Antony:

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.

Readhttp://www.dl.ket.org/latin1/things/holidays/ides/brutus.htm

In the end Antony succeeded in riling up the crowd leaving Brutus to cling on to the hope that they will listen to reason.

But we do have our own Bard, a playwright and dramatist like William Shakespeare.
P. Ramlee was also a songwriter, an actor, a singer, a director and his perceptions and observations of human nature in our part of the world are second to none - he surpasses, in my opinion - many academic dissertations and pontifications about our society of yesterday, today and tomorrow!

Here is my perception of  Sandiwara Satu Malaysia with the help of P.Ramlee's genius.

Fifty-eight years after  Merdeka, this country can be likened to basikal cabuk tak pernah gosok, tayer kempis, roda bengkok ....


Hai Melayu ooops! bujang lapok tak boleh harap,
Basikal (Negara) cabuk dah naik kurap.
Baru putus hai urat sarap (Rakyat)
Masuk angin (duit) keluar asap (hutang)

Bujang lapuk (Malaysians per se) loyar buruk (the cerdikpandai and leaders)
Sana sini hai bikin sibuk.
Naik basikal semacam berok (Seperti beruk diberi bunga).
Takda kerja (loads of investments) tolak abok ( chiak boh liau - eat until cannot finish).

It takes quite a strong man to pedal a bicycle with two passengers :one in front and another in the rear.  It's quite similar to  trying to manage this multi-racial, multi-religious, multi-lingual, multi-conniving, multi-greedy nation !

If we go back to P.Ramlee's archive it's easy to note how naively innocent  our rakyat-forefathers were.  They were schooled mainly in Arabic and Malay.



But P. Ramlee's words carry a sting in the tail - "Jin dengan mambang tak jauh!"

It's hard to tell the difference between the crooks and the financial wizards, between the promises of UMNO, PKR, PAS and DAP!  They're just a load of  mambang tanah, jin mata buta and jin pakai toncet.  As for the sneering and self-righteous Pak Abu - we have them in abundance in the educational institutions, in the NGOs and the social media.

We are now proud to claim that the rakyat of Malaysia are no more buta kayu, buta huruf, but sad to say we are still plagued with buta akal.

For the Malay elites and the Malays who migrated to the urban areas, they had the benefit of an English language education.  This is P. Ramlee looking at the Melayu celup which later evolved into  Mayonnaise Malays.


"Iblis Tonic, mana ada Tuan?  said the brow-beaten Malay-speaking waiter.

  Along came Merdeka in 1957 and Malaysia in 1963 - P. Ramlee contributed a patriotic song  Keroncong Kuala Lumpur.



He sang the right words but you can't pull the wool over his eyes.....



Call it democracy or dictatorship - power and wealth will always be concentrated in the few.  For Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), "Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people."


However, some of the "people" in Malaysia  have a propensity for never getting enough - sikit kasi banyak minta  .........



.........  "If you're a bird on the wing, I'll get you with my arrow: if you're a fish, I'll lure you into my net: and if you're a hoity-toity princess, I'll impress you with my flying horse."

Arrows, fishing nets, flying horses, dividends, shares, property, titles, financial fiefdoms and fat foreign accounts - these are the rewards awaiting for those who 'kasi' and 'minta'.

Sometimes this  can take take the shape of bona fide  professional financial arrangements : persuasions for setting up joint companies and mergers and various globalized forms of  perks and handouts.


I dearly wish we could have more of such experiences as seen in P. Ramlee's Ali Baba Bujang Lapok - to hear an outcry like this ...

Celaka punya penyamun.
SIAL!!
Bikin rusak-lah ana punya program.


AL FATIHA for Allahyarham P. Ramlee.  You were the brightest star in our sky - you went too soon but you left behind a great legacy - to smite the vanity, arrogance and ignorance of your bangsa with a deft touch of wit and good humour.


I'll conclude with  P. Ramlee's song of despair and faithlessness - a fitting comparison with the plight of  Bangsa Melayu in the 21st century.

Ku sangka kapal di tengah laut.  Semerah lah padi.
Rupa nya karam ranjau yang ganas. Semerah lah padi.










Sunday, 19 July 2015

Another Hari Raya

On 1 Syawal  as we celebrate Hari Raya it is worthwhile to re-connect with what Ramadan was all about.  To quote Shaykh Sadullah Khan (Islamicity.com 30.6.2015) :  As we undertake the physical and spiritual responsibility of fasting in the blessed month of Ramadan, we reflect on the words of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) who said :  "Your practice of faith will not be correct unless your actions are correct, and your actions will not be considered correct unless your heart is correct."

A "correct heart" I think will find room to ponder on matters that rise above and beyond our personal needs and wants for salvation and success in this world and the hereafter.

Firstly, where are our hearts in recalling the 2014 (July to late August) attack on Gaza by the Israelis?

Israeli army reservist officer in a Jerusalem cafe wearing a T-shirt referring to the Israeli forces' operations in Gaza. From Mail Online 13 Aug 2014 

Aftermath of an Israeli Armed Forces "Operation" in Gaza last year.

"Home sweet home" in Gaza after the Israeli forces left.



Compassion fatigue??


That should not be part of the Muslim's vocabulary.  Especially during Ramadan when we are supposed to  feel empathy with the poor and hungry of the world, where is our belas kasihan  
and Sedekah  for this forsaken land and people?

Please, please do not repeat this rejoinder from worshippers at a surau in Johor during the attacks on Bosnian Muslims by Christian Serbs (1992-1994): "This is God's punishment on them because they are not good Muslims!"

Here's a little snippet on how Gazans prepare for Ramadan.  It bears comparison to the forgotten flood victims in Kelantan.





Secondly, closer to home.    Malaysia is a rich nation, compared to many Third World countries. Bangla Deshis, Indonesians, Cambodians, Nepalis, Vietnamese, Sri Lankans, Myanmarese, and Indians flock to Malaysia for employment and sometimes settlement (legal or illegal).

Why then - seven months after the devastation of the east coast by the floods of December 2014 - are these victims still homeless, still living like the flotsam and jetsam after the floods?

No, this is not a Poster for "Visit Malaysia Year"  - it's a family, victims of last year's floods,  berbuka puasa in their tent.




As for the 80,000 who attended the PM's Open House,  the 30,000 guests of the DPM and the 20,000 at the Johor ruler's palace, how do you fancy a visit to this family to wish them Selamat Hari Raya?



This neglect is CRIMINAL!    Shame on you Malaysia!

I wonder, if this catastrophe had occurred in the plush and wealthy parts of Kuala Lumpur or Georgetown or Johor Baru, would the picture, seven months later. be the same??

How many committee meetings and ceramahs would it take to bring an end to this ignominy?

On this 2015 Hari Raya, nothing rhymes.