Bleeding in Love

The paper is the material that I’d want to read the least these days. I’d rather close my ears to all news on tv/radio. I’m getting sick of the bizarre headlines, irresponsible comments and unacceptable facts. Sick of over-politicking, racist ideation, murder mysteries, unresolved cases…All these while people struggle to cope with fear of crime and rising inflation to make ends meet… I’m feeling feverish. Something is not right. Oh, how pathetic.

A question arise: Where is my home if it’s not here? For the past one month, I was staying in Besut district with a population of 90% Malays and 8% Chinese. I discovered one thing unusual while dining in Chinese restaurants. They are serving usual Chinese foods like wanton mee, lou mai gai, pau etc. The unusual part is, Muslim friends are free to enter and have their meals. While the ’superiors’ were talking so loud about lies and truth, 14 of us (4 Chinese and the rest are Malays) were staying under one roof. Our Malay friends performed their prayers as usual, fasting for Ramadhan month, and we listened to one of them who just back from Umrah in Mecca. We had a great home-cooked dinner together. :) This is not an icing-coated story.

Well, some might be thinking of migration to other countries with the perception of ‘grass is always greener over the fence’. Is it? I doubt it. Because no matter how green the grass is, here is my home. My beloved country. A place where I grew up and gain my identity all these years. (I don’t care what they say, I am in love with you).
I’m learning to become an adult. A person who speaks sensibly, be judgemental but not sentimental. And I thought our leaders know better than me. That once spoken, you can’t take it back as damage is done. Likened nail on the wall, even though you pull it off, the mark is there forever.

I guess our Malaysian artists ’sing’ it best :
Hold on brother hold on
The road is long We’re on stony ground
But i’m strong, and you ain’t heavy
Oh there’s a misspoken truth that lies
Colors don’t bind, oh no
What do they know? They speak falsely
Here in my homeI’ll tell you what it’s all about
There’s just one hope here in my heart
One love undivided
That’s what it’s all about
Please won’t you fall in one by one by one with me?
…………………Natalie.................................................