A friend shared this on Facebook. It’s too good to just let it go, it make me proud to be a Malaysian because I don’t feel secluded and alone for being a Non-Malay. At the same time I am proud to know the modern Malay living amongst us.
So I am posting it here again in view of Malaysia Day on September 16. (Although I’m a little late)
Who are the real Malays?
Fa Abdul | Sep 14, 15 7:43am
Real Malays know better than to pledge loyalty to those with dirt on their hands
Lately there has been a lot of talk about the Malays, thanks to the upcoming Red Shirts rally championed by you-know-who. After being bombarded with a series of articles, discussions, media statements and overflowing commentaries from ordinary Malaysians, I can’t help but ask myself if those who claim to represent the majority ? are they even REAL Malays?
But then who are the real Malays?
Are they the easily offended ones?
Are they the over sensitive ones?
Are they the less intelligent ones?
Are they the ignorant ones?
Are they the naive ones?
I don’t know about you, but for me, I judge people not by what I read or watch on TV. Instead I use my observations of people and my personal interactions with them to decide what I think of them.
If you ask me who the real Malays are, I’d tell you they are my friends, my colleagues, my neighbours, my acquaintances and the people whom I personally know.
To me, my friend Mia Mahadzir is a real Malay. Despite earning straight A’s in the SPM, she rejected a MARA scholarship simply because she felt it was awarded to her because of her race, not her achievement. Mia taught me that real Malays have dignity.
The actor Hazril Harith is a real Malay. He stood up for his non-Malay friends in a BTN gathering and voiced his dismay at how unjust it was to whack the non-Malays simply because they were doing better economically. Hazril taught me that real Malays are sensible.
My favourite kueh seller Makcik Salmah, is a real Malay. From selling nasi lemak and kueh by the roadside, she has now branched out and owns a number of stalls selling nasi lemak and kueh. Every morning she drives around town to ensure all her stalls are doing well. Makcik Salmah taught me that real Malays are dedicated and not afraid of hard work.
My dearest buddy Akmam Abdullah is a real Malay. While struggling with a divorce case and having trouble making ends meet, she opened her door to me and my children when we needed a roof over our heads. Akmam taught me that real Malays are generous.
My acquaintance Wahida Kamarulzaman is a real Malay. She is sponsoring herself through her Masters by working at kindergartens and tuition centres. At times she stumbles and finds it difficult to manage, but she has never asked anyone for assistance. Wahida taught me that real Malays have pride.
My theatre guru Dato Faridah Merican is a real Malay. She has dedicated her life to the arts and enriches the lives of many of all races who wish to pursue their passion in the industry. She is a mother to all performing arts enthusiasts. Dato Faridah taught me that real Malays are givers, not receivers.Mia, Hazril, Makcik Salmah, Akmam, Wahida, Dato Faridah and a long list of others are the real Malays for me.
These are the Malays I have in my life. Through them, I have learnt a lot about dignity, sensibility, dedication, generosity and pride. They are good human beings who have no second thoughts about making a stand against what they perceive to be wrong.
If you ask me, those people who are inciting hatred against the other races are not the real Malays. They are puppets. As puppets, they have neither backbones nor brains. They merely move in response to the tugs on the strings made by their puppeteers.
So I ask of you my dear ordinary Malaysians not to get yourselves entangled in this devious plan to tear us apart. They might call it a rally to uphold the dignity of the Malays but the truth is, none of the real Malays I know are going to be there.
My real Malay friends are intelligent enough to say no to a corrupt regime. They know better than to join a rally to pledge loyalty to leaders with dirt on their hands.The real Malays are not the ones clad in red. The real Malays are those who smile at us on the street. They are the ones who invite us over to their Raya open houses. They are the ones who send over their homemade karipaps. They are the ones who would hold the elevator door open at the sight of us. They are the ones who address us as pakcik, makcik, abang, kakak and adik even though we are strangers.The real Malays are those who will be enjoying a nice family day at home or hanging out with a bunch of friends in a warung, come September 16.