When I was still a student, I love to write back home newspaper and tell stories that I saw. From the utilities to behaviour and lot other things. but my stories, of course kena booo... why? because is not about hardship, nothing to do with what I have to face with so called racism that was so 'hangat' at that time and also about me that had to work to make a living in a foreign country.
1st of all, no hardship. I had a good time in Melbourne. Love the place and still hoping that one I will have the opportunity to go back there and stay there. (Fat chance, now for me to live in Kota damansara also is a big thing so we end up still staying in TTDI)
2ndly on my first day I was at my Uni, a girl came to me and told me that Jesus loves me. And I told her "Of course, I love him too." She was shocked and she asked me why since that I am a Muslim. so I told her that Jesus is also one of Allah's prophet and do you even know that? Well in short, she converted into Islam a year after our initial talk and is married to a Muslim. Alhamdullilah.
3rd thing that happened my first few days there, there was a guy at my Uni shouted at me "Islam are f***ers! Being "mulut laser" of course I asked him out loud also "What are you, a virgin?" and I laughed and left the place for class. The next day, he came to me and we have been friends till now. Do mind that I do where 'tudung' or hijab already.
And the last thing is I believe most Malaysians are more racist that people in Australia. do the chinese watch Malay drama? Our life is so segmented to our own race. To me that is racism.
Sorry, (not really sorry actually) this is only me. I write what I saw and usually not what are always expected. That is just me. So.. I look busy now, as I am going back to writing. it is what I love to do.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment