When I was small, I was not really aware about my surrounding. My culture as well. Since I grew up at a small village which all of them are Malays, I was not really acknowledge about other cultures like Chinese and Indians. And when I grew up bigger up to secondary school, my friends and colleague, all of them are also Malays. I did not have time to think about other races and always keep in my mind that my race, Malay is the best. For me, compared to other races and cultures, Malay culture is solely give us an expressive of our thinking and perceptions about life because Malay is Islam. And apart from Malay, non-malay who are Muslim are not my choice to be my friends.
All of the negative perception has changed when I step into this university. During my first semester in UIAM, I have to stay at CELPAD for one semester. In that class, I have to mingle with various people from the world with different cultures, races, traditions, norms and also skins. But of course they are muslims. Getting involved with them in one group for discussion and presentation really made me feel enthusiastic and excited to know them more about themselves.
During Hari Raya Gathering. We shared lots of Kuih Raya and soto sponsored by our lecturer, Mdm Radziah |
Here, I've got lots of friends from Yemen, Afghanistan, Guinea, Somalia, Indonesia, Singapore, Palestin, Vietnam and many mores. My perceptions towards them changed to 360 degree. I learn on how to make conversation in English with them although we were same in using broken English, asking them about their families and traditions, exploring their point of views about our cultures and join their cultural activities at hall. What an excitement and unforgettable moment in my life!
My best friends, Ezra and Eshrak which are from Turkey and Yemen |
In reality also, I am not a pure Malay. Yes, I was brought up as Malay people with full traditions and norms, but the truth is, my accent is mix with chinese. My grandfather was from Hong Kong and he came here on early 90s to do his business. I am not sure what kind of business that he had but my father said that he got married with my grandmother, which is Malay after converted to Islam. Then the couple stayed at here till their death. My father believed that we may have many relatives which stay at Hong Kong untill now, but since I did not get ample information regarding this truth, I did not find that evidence to prove this. But I'm sure that one day if we are meant to be, surely we will meet and shake our hands as blood relatives.
by Farihah Mohamad
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