Monday, July 11, 2011
Being A Malaysian
Until now, although most of my friends are Chinese, I also have Malay and Indian friends, some even became very good friends. I love how it is relatively safe to walk through the streets and mingle with people of different races and religions and yet we have a common language - Bahasa Malaysia.
Now that I am a mother, I'm proud that my son holds the Malaysian Passport. When I speak almost fluent English when I visited US, people were amazed and asked where am I from. I beamed proudly and answered 'Malaysia'.
Hubby now talked frequently of migrating to other countries for a better education and better future for our children. I used to ignore him because deep down in my heart, I love Malaysia and still has hope for Malaysia.
But after the recent Bersih 2.0 Rally, I became sad. Sad to actually see and realized what Malaysia has now become. Our country, although so called democratic, does not even allow peaceful protests and our police acting violence against peaceful protesters. All we want is to have clean and fair elections!
Maybe hubby is right. Maybe we need to move out of Malaysia for a better future for our children. We are after all being called 'pendatang asing' by our own people in our own country!