The story of a Malay in Singapore highrise

I was born 48 years ago

I move from job to job

For each the definition of being a Malay changes



As you know the academics fights over this definition

but they forgotten the instruction the Creator



that I do not make in tribes thou but of

one purpose -- that you teach and learn the weakness

and the strengths



and to add

their likes and dislikes



for perservering in such endeavours

will in the happy end

harboured you with the elusive secrets of

the Malay race



For each job that I took opens

with relook at the way it means

to be a non Malay and a Malay

and there is I see only beauty



Look at the Straits Chinese and the Indonesised Chinese

how hauntingly beautiful they are

with the humility of the daint and the sharpness of

their empress minds of Old China

so I felt



Now as to the first job.



I became a nurse.

I met a friend called Terry. Terry is old short.

But has a beautiful mind.

We discuss alot about races

He called mine the lazy lots.

I called His the shrewd that we stay away.

But all we do in love.



Without Terrys skin, he is closest to my hearts.

For talk about our fears our dreaded fears at the school

of nursing.



From him I begin to see the meaning of being a Malay.

Is it just skin deep. Or is it something else.

Now in order to accept him we went on endless hrs together



and the malest of male places

for according to him.

I shant say

but he did say

that there is a function of life which worship all.



That I shant say

since the Uniform of being Malay

I shant say but I believe

there is a commentary from Malay

ulamaks of every station in life.



including how a pair should function.

till death do us apart.

A place of all things Malay and theLanguage enthusiasts

I am at the library contemplating a future for Malay Language.
The world awaits with abated breath.
Hang Tuah will fly to the edges of the world
to bring the heritage of 1000 years.

Is it not he who said
No Malay will disappear.
Yes I hear
A friend of mine did a novel of
a lost Hang Tuah in New York.

How the Malay Language is full of meaning
About the only race that welcomes all the races
To the British we say Tuan (Sir)
To the Chinese we say Towkay (Big Businessmen)
To the Arabs we say Sayid (Sir)

How over extending is the offer of the olive branch
the Malays are as a race
that they inherit full of bless
with the brances of seaside sway
the expanse of sea from Sulawesi the seafarers
the Minangs the shrewd business that he is

the Banjarese who bought Islam upnorth
and Javanese who plied Islam down east
the Indians came east and rightfully Islam's servers
they came with trade nevertheless an unforgetable influence

the Arabs with embedded Sufisim disguised as trade
shrewd as they are and they mastautined in the regions
Jalan Sultan in Singapura built a mosque of many mosques
and the Hadramaut

the Straits Chinese came and invented the baju kebaya
they say and created a Malay Language which stays
that also the Malays says silakan you can have your way

How benevelent. God created the Malays so that they can teach
humility to the races and God made the races to help fill in the blanks

There is strength in weakness and weakness in strength
in this the Malays thrives.
the cultures of the old and the mystics and forces of colonies
enrichen the Malay society for it is when one day

my brother from Canada from Lethbridge
who married my wife who half Chinese and
half Malay declares that in the funny amalgamation,
this beautiful complexion of my sons, the durians that he absovles in
Pontian so beautifully illustrates the receptivity
the welcomeness of character of the Malay race

Therefore in order that as the Prophet says
to delve into the people the way forward is
the language _ Bahasa Melayu will be our bridge

how the mind of the humbler operates for without
this understanding, the beauty of this 300 million people
will be lost asunder

and only the rude can understand violence
and the rude and the humberl is like fire and water
both are untouchable both are unreachables

Reminds me of the poem
those who works with passion should give alms
to the beggar at the gates
who have lost his at work

depending on the state of existence
you may choose
to be a beggar or the passion

and the world of Nusantara
will open before you like
a large sea beyond the island
a monster of experience awaits.



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