1. What could be more Malay than a rumah kampung? This is a photograph from 1966.
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| Our kampung house - 691 Pasir Panjang Road, Singapore |
2. What could be more meticulous than this drawing?
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| Carving on a tiang seri of a kampung house. |
3. What could be more joyous than remembering :
1. a walk in the kampung ......
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| The old lady is how Iain Buchanan remembers his mother-in-law, AsH's mother |
2. Here is a tikar in the making, from Fatimah's Kampung .
AsH had such fond memories of the tikar on the floor - whch was much more flexible and portable than a sofa bed. " It was as if all those years of use, all the sitting upon and the rolling up and the shaking out, had moulded it perfectly to Atok's comfort."
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| This mat has travelled from Singapore to Brunei (1978), then to Leicester (1984) and finally to Kuala Lumpur (2007). I bought it in Port Dickson in 1970. |
3. AsH was a tomboy - with breaks in between - like putting on the school uniform, or for Hari Raya or family outings. Nevertheless she treasured the plywood doll house that Abah made for his two little girls. The spouse drew this doll house for Fatimah, which looked more posh and traditional.
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4. What could be more unforgettable than Busu's wedding in the small town where I was born. Like many Malays from the kampungs and small towns of Malaya in the 1950s, the opportunity for employment was not in the shops or industries in Kuala Lumpur or Penang or Ipoh or Seremban or Johor Baru. Their best chance was to enrol in the Police or British Armed Forces. Here, they did not merely "square bash" on the Parade Square. They learned a trade, depending on which unit they joined. They acquired discipline and initiative and enterprise. When I was teaching at Sekolah Menengah Yusof Ishak from the late 1960s, I could not help but notice how the children of these soldiers were far more hardworking and enthusiastic about learning.. Their turnout was always clean and smart, their homework was always submitted on time and they gave us teachers far less disciplinary problems.
Busu Kamaruddin bin Moin was one of these enterprising Malays from Selangor. He enrolled in the RAF (Singapore) and with a steady and secure income he was able to give some financial help to his much-loved kakak, our Macik Munah and her family. Her greatest joy was to see her adik bongsu married. Between them there was not much money to be had for Busu's big day. Her cousins (all male, including my Abah) offered and gave some assistance but they were determined to make it on their own. It was a simple and unforgettable wedding. Busu was a quiet and sweet uncle. Ma'Busu was a lively and loving aunt. This photograph says it all for us and the extended family.
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| 3 - Macik Munah |
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| "Atok used to joke about the plastic tablecloth and the tent for the wedding feast that leaked." |
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5. What could be more yummy than the finger-licking taste of durian from the kampung?
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| Abah, a Sanitary Inspector by profession was a civilian in the RAMC. |
Abah's colleagues and students would come back from home trips to the kampung and we would be feted with our favourite durian, rambutan, mangosteen, ikan sepat from the sawah, tempoyak, kerdas and petai. He would tell us stories about durian-hunting in the kampung and that inspired this drawing .....
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| Durian Watch |
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6. What could be a greater tribute to Allah's creation than to imitate the beauty and glory of the forest in these images?
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7. What could be more devastating than to see this splendour destroyed by man and his greed?
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8. What could be more graphic than this geographer's portrayal of the 'development' of his wife's tanah air through an LRT window?
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| The First Half - beginning with the forest .... |
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| ........ and the Second Half ending with the concrete jungle. |
9. What could be more loving than one man's love for his Malay wife and her tanah air to set out on an 8-year labour of love to write an illustrated story of Fatimah's Kampung ?
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| Note the vignette of the petai, the author's favourite ulam. |
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| "Now, looking back, it is good to know that the two of us could eventually come together, and- by creating Fatimah and her Kampung - could say something we both needed to say." |
For my 70th birthday the spouse drew a series of pictures for his little tropical flower - my favourite, the bunga tahi ayam. This one is the best.
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Today's posting by AsH is quite unusual. Made up mainly of a series of illustrations from her spouse's book (published in 2008) AND smothered with 'copyright Iain Buchanan' on each one, readers may be forgiven if they think proprietorial AsH is touting her husband's book. Well, if I am publicising and hawking Fatimah's Kampung I should have done that years ago!
I merely desire to explain the learning, the research, the skills, the patience, commitment and especially the love that went into Fatimah's Kampung by Iain Buchanan - Ash's soulmate!
In a quaint and depressing way, this posting is to illustrate another piece of Malay Malady. I am angry, I am ashamed, and I am sad when I have to face the extent to which a member of my bangsa has such cheek to pilfer someone else's toil and labour to earn a living and to profit from such an act of cheating.
My good friend and neighbour, Zarina puts it so neatly, " Kak, to our Malays, only arak and babi are haram!"
10. What could be more despicable than this?
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The above was plagiarised and purloined and corrupted into this
No wonder Information Technology is such a popular subject in Malaysia!
By the way, this business was given a leg-up in Utusan Malaysia February 2014.
And now a song of apology and comfort from a Malay wife to her Scottish-English husband.
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