Friday, July 27, 2007

50 Posts To Independence #5

Michelle tagged me. Actually, that was a surprise. Nonetheless, I'd like to thank Michelle. So that makes me the fifth (counting backwards) to dedicate a post to our nation’s 50th Merdeka as part of Poetic Justice -- 50 Posts to Independence project that Nizam Bashir had initiated.

For a very long time I was proud of the fact that I was from Singapore, not that I was a Singaporean. Just that I was from Singapore.
After all, for a long time, Malaya and Singapore were two different locations, not two different countries.
Then, they took different paths and became two different countries.
That's when I realised that as Singapore-born my identity card was red not blue.
I was Singaporean, not Malaysian.
When I was in form three and was sitting for my LCE (lower certificate of education) at Assunta Secondary School in Petaling Jaya, I remember looking at everyone else's identity card on their desk. They were blue. Mine was red.
I felt different from them but not alien.
My heart would flutter everytime the invigilator made a double head turn to look at my red IC on my desk.
I don't know why I felt so.

I remember though that whenever I "balik kampung" to Singapore, I felt very proud that I was visiting from Kuala Lumpur.
My relatives would excitedly call out to everyone that "orang KL dah sampai" whenever we arrived for our visit.
They never said "orang Malaysia" or "orang PJ".
I know my aunts, uncles and cousins thought well of their "KL" relatives.
I got the sense that they were very proud of us.

One day after my LCE, my father took us to a government department in Petaling Jaya. We had our photographs taken and had to fill up some forms. I can't quite remember what else we had to do.
A week or two later, we went to the same department to collect what looked like an identity card. Only that it was not. It was a citizenship card.
In 1971, I became a Malaysian and I got my blue IC.

My sense of belonging to this country steadily took root.
How could it have been any other way?
The attachment grew stronger and stronger and Singapore gradually became a distant memory.
Singapore was my tanah tumpah darah but one that, as a nation, was drastically changing as surely as I was beginning to love this land where I grew up, schooled, learnt about friendship and about life.
I felt more and more detached from the land of my birth.

My father's arrest and detention under the Internal Security Act in 1976 turned me into an angry and bitter Malaysian. A disillusioned Malaysian.
I could not understand why the government would want to incarcerate my father.
What had he done to be detained without trial?
Faith and conviction helped me and my family deal with his incarceration.
Nevertheless, the sense of being betrayed remained for quite sometime so much so that accepting offers to migrate seemed logical.

After my father's release, we were, of course, elated.
There were teaching offers for him in Australia, the US and Canada.
My father's good friend, Leslie Hoffman asked him to leave Malaysia and stay in Australia.
Did we want to leave? Migrate, even?
The thought was tempting because we were uncertain of our future in Malaysia.
Would Malaysia turn against us again, we wondered?

But one must have rekindled and reinforced faith and conviction to search and then hold on to the beliefs and ideals which had dissipated the night my father was taken away.

My father threw out any notion of taking his family out of this country for Malaysia was our home, warts and all.
Malaysia is our home.
The warts are the clowns and jokers who have set us decades back and the nimcompoops who are shaming the country no end.
Nevertheless, you have to admit that we have come a long way - as a country and as a people.
I want to believe that we matter, not those wreckers.
I won't let anybody blow out the candle.
You and I make up this country. And the rest of the country comprise ordinary Malaysians like you and me.
And among them, I see heroes who have shown that we can triumph in face of adversity and great odds.
They are the ones who give me hope that all is not lost.

For a long time, I have been proud of being a Malaysian.
And can I remain so for a long time more?
I sincerely hope so.

So, Happy 50th Merdeka, Malaysia!
Here are the rest of the entries:
50, 49, 48, 47, 46, 45, 44, 43, 42, 41, 40, 39, 38, 37, 36, 35, 34, 33, 32,31, 30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7 , 6, and me at 5.
I am tagging Mat Salo of Borneo Blues. He'd give you a gem of a perspective. So, brother, you are number 4.


Anonymous said...

My respect to your father and the rest of the family for staying in M'sia and believing in it, unlike some who claimed to bleed for their country and fellow M'sians and yet they are away or have migrated!


Anonymous said...

BRAVO Nuraina! Said like a "True" Malay and Malaysian, albeit not a "Pure" one as some people might claim to be - Anak Raja Bugis and all!

Like you I never doubt my loyalties to man, King or country! I may hate, despise even, loved ones for their shortcomings and imperfections but my loyalty remains stoically strong and solid!

I may be disappointed, let down, betrayed even - but again and again I return to my roots and I find so much that can and will sustain me.

I search and find new truths, new friends and new minds that excite me and feed my quest for knowledge - and always, I trust my instincts and intuitions to guide me in making the right choices.

And ALWAYS, I seek guidance and grace from ALLAH to help me in making the right decisions!


Garff: thank you. they hujan emas di negeri orang...
i believe hujan emas is in this here country.
we can find our comes in different forms.
thanks again

OFF: yes... malaysia - warts and all.
thanks, OFF.

Mat Salo said...

Kak Ena, I already chose Galadriel as "victim" #3!

You ancestors, mine and everyone else here, I'm sure, made sacrifices so their children can have a better life. The immigrants are what made this country great!

And they were very brave ... so let's not disappoint them.. The least we can do is voice out when wee injustice being perpetuated because we love this country too damn much..

Let us right the wrongs, people, and your forefathers will proud of you...


mat salo,
i agree...we are the waris2

take care

zaitgha said...


thank you for rekindled my faith in this beloved country of ours...i was almost losing it for awhile ...


no country is perfect. if you believe this country to be yours then you must have faith that things will be better.

Hi&Lo said...

The true spirit of the nation lives in the hearts of ordinary citizens. We may be disillusioned at times by the powers that be, but as we look into each other's eyes, we see hope, dreams and courage.

Our strength lies in diversity and inclusivity. Nationhood is not a zero sum game.

Hi&Lo said...


May I ask how's Azmi? She has not posted since July 9. If you have any news abt her, could you post it in her blog? Thanks


H&L : how right you are.
we're in this together...

on Azmi, i met her, rather bumped into her, at the Ikea cafeteria/restaurant early this week, the day before she was to go for her final chemo..
she looked fine that day. but i didnt call the next day because i know she'd be resting.
i will call her soonest.

Hi&Lo said...


Thanks a million for your update on Azmi. Pls convey my warmest regards if you see her. Thanks again.

Naoko said...

Got here through the pingback on the Merdeka 50 posts.

Thank you for restoring my faith in Malaysians. Your bapak post, actually, made me feel more like a Malaysian than this one though. :P


H&L: no problem.. and no trouble at all.

Naoko: thank you for dropping by.