911 - What Lesson? Part I

It has been almost a decade since that fateful day known the world over simply as 911. The many stories of personal tragedies coming out of 911 may be starting to be vaguely remembered by those not really directly affected by the tragedy. In the face of so many other tragedies that followed the aftermath of 911, that frenzied September day may no longer get the kind of attention or closed scrutiny it used to command.

Alas! many start to forget that day was actually the beginning of the end of something more significant in our worldly affairs - in particular the love-hate relationship between the East and the West, between the Muslims and the Rest of the World.

The immediate repercussion of 911 was felt not on the American soil but half way across the globe in the rugged mountains of Afghanistan where the then recently installed Islamist Taliban was defeated by the US led coalition forces after a short one sided battle to find Osama Ben Laden. Not long after, the dictator Saddam Hussein fell to the advancing coalition army also led by the US on the pretext of destroying the weapon of mass destruction (WMDs) supposedly hidden somewhere in the deserts of Iraq.

Those were the grim reality of the impact of 911. Most of us, me including, were shown the "true" side of the story "life" through CNN or other media as if it was the right thing to do for the injustices done.

Many would agree that the world we live in had never been the same ever since 911. Many would henceforth viewed people of Muslim faith and origin as the perpetrators so as to be avoided at all costs. Muslims were looked upon with disdain and suspicion as if at any moment they would strike and cause untold havoc to their neighbors.

The "War of the Worlds" was replaced with the "Clash of the Civilizations". Muslims versus the West, Muslim versus the Rest of the World. Life was becoming very difficult for those whose looks or names having any tiny resemblance to being Muslims. Even the Arab tourists were forced to flee from the West and make a mass exodus to the East to spend their petrodollars in unheard of vacation spots in the East.

Muslims in the West continue to suffer. Head scarves for the Muslimah were banned in schools and public institutions. Places of worships were closely monitored and sermons were being taped for later evidences. Charitable organizations with suspected linkages to "terror" were forced to close and assets frozen, shutting down critically needed funds for helping the needy the world over. No more fun no more life as Muslims living in the West - only untold sufferings and hatred.

With clouds there is silver lining, despite the grim and gloomy outlook, there bound to be good tidings as God works in very mysterious ways. All is not lost it seems, the deluge of negative publicity on the Muslims had apparently produced an unprecedented demand for copies of the Quran's translations, where it was reportedly fast becoming the most sort after item and became the "best seller" and at times were "sold out" in some major bookstores in the West. There were also a tremendous surge in the searches for "Islam" or "Muslims" in the world wide web - mainly out of curiosity, out of the desires to know "why things happened".

This inquisitiveness has always been the best part of the intellectual West - a quality that will eventually helped them to decipher meanings "in between the lines", which will ultimately led them to the truth and be their savior.

What lesson from 911? No matter how much the truth is to be concealed and distorted, it will one day come out with a shine to find its true place in the hearts of men and women who are sincere and willing to look for an answer.

Me "Malay Chauvinist Pig"

Me used to be one of them "MCPs". The Malay in me may have shifted a gear too fast so as to be too exclusive in looking at things - mainly just from the perspective of one's own race. Reflecting back, the motivation then was to further the Malay agenda as a disadvantaged lot, as the master in one's own land. The rest of the population can either take a back seat if they want to or strive for their own survival.

We Malays (although a "mutt", me officially a Malay, remember?) were then backwards in so many ways - almost in every aspects of life including our main domain of being the followers of Islam - a complete way of life with all the recipes on how to live on this earth and in the hereafter.

Things were not looking too good then for the Malays, even though politically matured and strong, the Malays were still traditionally steeped in their agricultural and feudal outlook. Falling far behind in their economic well being as well educational excellence. It was further exacerbated by the desire from the power of the day to be seen as the champion of the Malays with policies favoring the "son of soil" (SOS) being made the top priority in the nation's building agenda - so much so the Malays were literally spoon fed to be the enterpreneur par excllence in trying to narrow the economic divide!

But after years of experimenting and implementing the SOS policy, where do we stand in term of furthering the agenda of the Malay race? the answer is simply - not even close to when it first started!

No doubt, the SOS policy has created millions of new Malay middle class, owners of houses with two or more cars per household but the sad reality remained - they now becoming "hooked" to more spoon feeding then before!

Maybe outwardly, they are now living very comfortable life, internally they have not changed that much - the Malays had remained as they are - doing what they like best - working for others.

La Syarkiyya La Gharbiyya...

La Syarkiyya! la Gharbiyya! thawra thawra Islamiyya! "Neither East nor West, Islam is the Best!"Those were the magical mantra that had made the Shah of Iran an historical piece. Thousand upon thousand of the oppressed masses, young and old, male and female, took to the streets, chanting the revolutionary mantra while clenching their fists - a symbol of defiance to the rule of the corrupts and plenty becoming martyrs in the ensuing clashes. A great revolution evolving, history in the making, right in front of me very own eyes, "life" via CNN! - no Al Jazeera at that time..

The Islamic revolution of Iran, the most explosive experience touching me life almost three decades ago to this day. It never crossed me mind that such a great historical event could have ever taken place, not in me lifetime at least, but it did - breaking new grounds, giving new meanings to freedom for the oppressed folks - freedom from those who were supposed to protect but instead used and abused the power entrusted by the people for their own sake, promoting self grandiose and glorification, whilst subjugating others in the name of democracy and freedom of speech.

The tumultuous event was an eye opener and a defining moment for the many "lost souls" including a "mutt" like me self. Suddenly me had something tangible to cling on - a latent identity which had not seen the light of day, waiting to be burnished by the shining spirit of the great revolution with its powerful mantra - a wake up call for those lost souls still in the midst of their deep slumber.

La Syarkiyya La Gharbiyya! Neither Right nor Left, we are the people of the middle path, following in the footsteps of our beloved Prophet Muhammad s.a.w, true to his way on our very own, very genuine path of salvation along the blessed path of the "Ummatan Wassatan".

Fair dinkum, mate? Yeah, bet ya, mate!

Fair Dinkum, Mate!

Fair dinkum, mate! An Aussie expression marking the beginning of me new world. A journey of self discovery in the far away land down under - the land of the kangaroos and wallabies.

The Aussie taught me the spirit of "fair dinkum" - a sincere expression of fair play where only the truth matters. No matter who we were or what our background was, we must remain true to ourselves and to the people around us. We must play fair and promote only the true and genuine things in life.

This has been a guiding principle in me life ever since. It has become more relevant now in an age where the sense of fair play and the love of truth are all but gone. ..

Me realized then, while still searching for me identity, we cannot choose where and how we were born. We cannot choose what God in His wisdom has given us. Denying the fact was a sure sign of not being grateful on what God has bestowed upon us. God in His own way is fair dinkum!

In those days when the clouds were still hanging over me head, and in me desperation, me used to conclude that me neither a Malay nor a Chinese but a Muslim-where Islam as a religion has managed to dismantle the barrier of race. But still it did not erase the fact that me still a "mutt". Denying the fact that being a "mutt" like me was fated and was the will of God could make matters worst. Knowing the fact and accepting it was the easier thing to do and most crucial part in helping "mutts" like me to move on with life. Even though for me this did not happened for quite a number of years yet until me big bro "broke" the news of me Ma's origin.

Me is grateful to me Ma and Pa for bringing me into this world. Without them, there can never be me - a "mutt". Rather than fretting about our origin, or gloating on the superiority of our own race, we could better use our energy and talents in promoting racial harmony in the true sense of the word for the betterment of our people and environment just as me Aussie friends would vouch by saying "fair dinkum, mate!"

Me no Malay nor Chinese

It is hard to be both a Malay and Chinese at the same time. Before knowing me a real "mutt", the safest route to take was to assume me neither a Malay nor Chinese - me was just me, a human being born in this world for a reason - only God knows what.

Being Muslim helps for "mutts" like me as "believe in God" not race was the defining factor to be accepted as a member of the society. In the "Eye" of God, one's steadfastness in his believe of God is more paramount than any other factors including racial background.

Henceforth me found deep solace in me as Muslim even after discovering me "real status" as a "mutt".

Thus the never ending confusion of me being no Malay nor Chinese has been resolved with me sanity still intact!.

The Malay in Me

Me Malay"ness" may not be apparent from me look. First impression was always deceiving as a lot had mistaken me for a Chinese or Japanese or even Vietnamese!

Being a "mutt" could also pose problems of its own. Your community might disown u just because of your appearance. The trust was also not there. They have to be convinced that me is really a Malay like them - 100%.

But then the "Malay in me" had given salvation countless of times when me life was full of confusions and when me is now.

Being Muslims, Malays are at their best. Thus the Malay in me has provided me with a strong insight into this life. Me is lucky to be born amidst this surrounding where there is purpose going through life-clear and simple...we are all going to die one day and in the meanwhile we are on this earth to seek God's blessings and forgiveness. Lets persevere and do what God has asked us to do, be kind to others, help the orphans and the poor if can and do it with utmost humility and sincerity.

The Chinese in Me

There were countless moments when people had spoken to me in Chinese before realizing me a Malay. True, dont judge a book by its cover, as me look more like Ma than Pa.

Look could be deceiving, me Chinese"ness" may not be that much left but in me there still blood flowing from Ma's descendants which could never be drained dry. This fact could not be easily ignored as it has been coded in me DNA even though me is officially a Malay.

The one thing that is obvious, me seems to be always thinking in a different perspective (at least that's what me think!) from the rest of the Malay crowd. Further, if Malays love entertainment and the easy frivolous life, these were missing from me. If Malays desire to be bosses and rule the crowd, this desire was not there in me. If Malay folks like to work for others, me love to work for me self.

There was not a moment in me life when the "Chinese in me" had not goaded me to be aware of the trappings of an easy life and losing the independent spirit in me.

Me & Pa

Pa was the opposite of Ma - very gentle and kind at heart but strict. Always the "perfect gentleman", Pa had made what me is today - softhearted and gentle.

Me recollections of Pa was not that much. The fact that Pa had sacrificed his "nomadic" policeman job to settle down in his village, surviving on a meager pension supplemented by odd jobs, for the sake of his children's education, would speak volumes about the man. Pa truly believed in education for the salvation of his children. Pa would rather be poor then leaving his children without a good education. To him, education is the key to a better future. Even though he did not live long to see that "future", me can testify that Pa was absolutely right!

Thank u Pa, thank u so much more, u did not sacrifice in vain, your children are now passing down your "key" for the better future of your grandchildren.

May Allah blessed your kind soul Pa aka Encik (we all addressed Pa as "Encik" or Mr maybe due to getting used hearing people called him so during his policeman days) - al-Fatiha.

Me & Ma

Ma was an adopted daughter to a Malay family. Back then, Chinese parents were poor and most looking forward to have boys rather than girls. Ma was "given" away from very young, over the years, she grew up a "Malay" and was married to a Malay - me Pa.

Ma was unlettered but knew how to read figures. Ma has a resolve made of steel. Never to go against her wishes if u were me. Ma's resoluteness was most profound. It has made Ma a beacon of hope for her children especially during trying times when everyone has long given up hope.

Despite her very rudimentary education, Ma had managed to turn us all into "people"- being successful in our own ways. In me, Ma has imbued a deep sense of commitment and responsibility to protect and to love those me loved most.

Me recollections of Ma during me formative years were very sketchy. All that could be remembered was Ma a very hard working mom - both inside and outside of the house. Never the one to give up easily, she would even do a man's job if that was what needed to feed her children.

Ma never tires bringing up all the nine of us siblings - may Allah has mercy and blessed her soul - al-Fatiha..ameen.

Ma Chinese?

Ma Chinese, didnt u know? asked me big bro H confirming what me had suspected all along but never dare to ask. It was just words from me big bro, yes, but it was most powerful and most endearing to one like me. To him it may have been an insignificant remarks but to a "mutt" like me, those few words had obliterated a life time of uncertainty. Ushering in a fresh new chapter in me life's journey - like being reborn free, unburdened by the lingering doubts about me true self.

Gone were the "guilt" of being an ugly duckling, despised and lonely. Gone were the despondent and pitiful look after knowing me a real "mutt"! - a great sense of relieve and joy followed, as if a mountain had been lifted off me back after knowing the real truth about Ma.

As the saying goes "every cloud has a silver lining"...mine was just around the corner...

Me, Ma & Pa

Me was born a "mutt" as Ma was of Chinese origin and Pa a Malay with Javanese roots. Not realizing meself a "mutt" has always been a source of great pains and conflicts during me younger days. Simply put, there was almost zero tolerance for an "ugly duckling" looking more like Ma to be accepted in a village where everyone else looks pretty much like Pa.

Being ostracized and ridiculed by peers was the norm rather than the exception back then in the good old days. However, being a "mutt" has also its silver linings which me was to discover much later in life...

A Mutt Like Me

"A mutt, like me" said Barack Obama in a jest, while pondering what kind of a dog to choose for his daughters. To many those words may not have much meanings but it had struck a chord deep within me soul as me is also a "mutt" like him.

This has been one of the main reason why me blog was set up in the first place - hoping to create a forum where "mutts like me" can share their experiences of going through life as a "mutt"!

Enjoy! More "mutty" things to come...

Just Say So Lah

Me been meaning to some day somehow write me thoughts but keep on postponing the idea. Justsayso lah blog could be just about anything that me find interesting and may want to share with me guests. There is this burning desire within meself to say just about anything that matter most to me and to me loved ones and to those who happened to stumble onto this blog!

Looking into things with a refreshing perspective would be a start. Most importantly, me has this desire to pen down life great experiences hoping others may learn something and not repeat any mistakes twice. They can then just proceed to the next greater things in life at a faster pace rather than falling into the same hole and wasting time in climbing back up the hole.

Henceforth, me has resolved to say on just about anything me see useful in me blog and hope me honored guests would find it interesting to follow throughout me journey of self reflections and discoveries.

Got to go now...see ya again soon.

Dah Perkemas Blog Accesories

Lega rase nyer dapat almost all the features I need to be on me blog... now can start filling up the blanks...later la may be..

I Just Created A Blog for Me Own!

Today maybe me lucky day and hope the blog will be useful for me and me visitors...we will see how... Anything u want to comment "just say so lah" !!