There’s this picture that I took about 6-7 years ago, en route Arau – Sintok. Of a road by a sugarcane plantation up north. This was where I came up with a mission – that I would do a solo roadtrip around Semenanjung Malaysia in order to better understand my country land.
I was born in Kuching, Sarawak in 1982. My father was an army officer so we have moved and lived in Melaka, Kuala Lumpur, Johor Bahru, Ipoh, Kuching and Port Dickson – in about 9 different houses. My father is from Parit, Perak and my mother is from Kuala Krai, Kelantan. All 5 of my siblings were born in 5 different states – Negeri Sembilan, Pulau Pinang, Sarawak, Perak and Melaka. I went to 7 different schools – public schools, girl schools, boarding school and even a prep school when my dad was studying in Queenscliff, Australia.
Being a Malaysian is not just claiming we are Malaysian. Being a Malaysian is about understanding your mother land, your history, your people; in order to hold true identity of the land as we grow into different eras and generations. Whether we choose to conform or not with social norms and culture – the most important thing is respect and understanding of our roots and heritage.
Selamat Hari Malaysia. May we feel belonged to this land we call home.