June 2009

Alert: Long and poyo entry ahead

Sometimes I do pity the Indonesian and Bangladeshi workers here. Many claimed that they bring trouble, maybe it’s true but not all of them are like that, ada jugak yang baik. Mana-mana kau pergi, baiklah ke negara mat salleh pun akan ada orang yang jahat dan baik.

Dekat sini pon banyak, example, my Kenyan friend, got mugged 2 times and harassed many times, mostly done by taxis drivers in this country – Just an example.

It is easy to point fingers rather than to understand.

Selalu bila aku terdengar and terbaca pasal orang mengeji/menghina or tentang mereka-mereka ini, aku teringat tentang satu kisah yang ditulis oleh Kahlil Gibran

A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker’s portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.

He gathered himself and went out from the city, where he sat under a tree and wept bitterly. Then he lifted his puzzled eyes to heaven while hunger was eating his inside, and he said,

“Oh Lord, I went to the rich man and asked for employment, but he turned me away because of my shabbiness; I knocked at the school door, but was forbidden solace because I was empty- handed; I sought any occupation that would give me bread, but all to no avail. In desperation I asked alms, but They worshippers saw me and said

“He is strong and lazy, and he should not beg.”

“Oh Lord, it is Thy will that my mother gave birth unto me, and now the earth offers me back to You before the Ending.”

His expression then changed. He arose and his eyes now glittered in determination. He fashioned a thick and heavy stick from the branch of the tree, and pointed it toward the city, shouting,

“I asked for bread with all the strength of my voice, and was refused. Not I shall obtain it by the strength of my muscles! I asked for bread in the name of mercy and love, but humanity did not heed. I shall take it now in the name of evil!”

The passing years rendered the youth a robber, killer and destroyer of souls; he crushed all who opposed him; he amassed fabulous wealth with which he won himself over to those in power.

He was admired by colleagues, envied by other thieves, and feared by the multitudes.

His riches and false position prevailed upon the Emir to appoint him deputy in that city – the sad process pursued by unwise governors.

Thefts were then legalized; oppression was supported by authority; crushing of the weak became commonplace; the throngs curried and praised.

Thus does the first touch of humanity’s selfishness make criminals of the humble, and make killers of the sons of peace; thus does the early greed of humanity grow and strike back at humanity a thousand fold!

-taken from the Internet

Yesterday, I read a blog yang memperkatakan tentang so-called immigrants inilah and I wanted to comment tapi komen aku kene ban sebelum sempat aku post, you comment will be banned katanya. Haha

No need to ask me which blogla, if you find it, you find itlah. [bukan kau ye anasfadilah hehe]

But then again, it’s her blog, sukati dierlah.

As an example lah, bila time Hari Raya, Chinese New Year these so-called-immigrants will be flooding KLCC and such places and surely we will hear cemuhan

“Dah terasa macam dekat Indonesia pulak” or “Dah macam dekat Nepal pulak dahhh”

Or something like thatlah. Dan kau pun buat muka keji dan berazam tak naklah keluar lagi masa musim perayaan macam tu, lemaslah.

Dulu aku pon macam ni, hehe keji tak aku?

Tapii cuba kalau mat salleh yang ramai, macam tak kesah je kan? Macam tak perasan je pon.

Simple common sense, diorang pon macam kita jugak penat bekerja, ntah-ntah hari-hari kene kerja, duit pon tak banyakk so hari-hari macam raya ke christmas ke, bila maybe dapat bonus ke apa nak jalan-jalan.

It’s like uslah, Malaysian, kerja dekat UK, Europe or wherever, tak ke rasa nak jalan-jalan at the famous places masa cuti? Dan tidak ke menggunakan segala kemudahan yang ada di tempat mereka?

Mungkinlah mereka tu kurang ajar, aku pon naik angin gak kadang-kadang rasa macam nak ambik pistol je tembak tapi nak buat camanala diorang memang tak sekolah tinggi, tah-tah tak pergi sekolah pun, kalau diorang sekolah tinggi, mestilah tak kerja buruh binaan, maid dan sebagainya kan?

This issues really tick me off sebab ayah aku kerjanya memang dekat luar. Dan dia selalula jugak cerita macamana eksyennye mat salleh when it comes to Asian. So does my bedmate, sometimes he told me some of the ang mohs looked down on him, dia tak de rasa apa tapi aku yang macamm eeee. Maybe tak semua perangai macam ni tapi ramai.

To make it more keji, sometimes parents with kids will bring their kids away when they see my bedmate. Wahh mementangla dia tak pakai baju mahal-mahal, tak pakai perfume menyengat dan rambut tak cacak dan tunggu bas kau ingat dia penjenayah? This happen in Malaysia by Malaysian.

Maybe ada orang tak kesah kot but when it happened to your family member, then you’ll know.

Sebab itu aku sedih kalau orang ada mentaliti macam ni, sebab aku teringat-ingat those who I love.

Plus, what make you so special that you think you are the first class citizen while they are the third class?

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Tagged as: immigrant, kahlil gibran, The criminal

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