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  • 12 Year Old Abang Is Both Father And Mother To Young Siblings

    12 Year Old Abang Is Both Father And Mother To Young Siblings

    He cooks, dresses the kids up, takes them to school and stays up till 3am to finish his job.

    The 12-year-old is known simply as “Abang” (or big brother in Malay) to his siblings. We are not using his real name.

    He is a remarkable boy thrown into an unfortunate crisis. His biological father was allegedly abusive, his mother is unwell and his stepfather absent.

    To his younger siblings, including a 30-month-old brother, Abang is father, brother and when he feeds, mother too.

    His sad story begins with his parents’ divorce, five years after his birth.

    Abang’s mother, who wants to be known only as Madam Nora, 35, remarried in 2008.

    But Abang has not seen his stepfather since January after a slew of letters proclaiming outstanding credit card debts landed at Madam Nora’s mother’s flat in Woodlands.

    The couple moved to the current rental flat last August.

    Madam Nora, who has five children (three from her previous marriage and two with her current husband), says her husband owes $40,000.

    To make matters worse, doctors at Tan Tock Seng Hospital have deemed Madam Nora unfit for work until the end of this year because of her health.

    Before her injury, Madam Nora worked at the Woodlands Checkpoint as a Land Transport Authority customer service officer.

    With his mother visiting hospitals and clinics almost three times a week for diabetes and chronic shoulder injury, Abang has no choice but to hold the fort at home.

    “I need to help mama,” the soft-spoken boy tells The New Paper on Sunday during a visit to their two-room rental flat in Woodlands.

    He is set to take his Primary School Leaving Examination this year.

    “She is already sick and if I don’t help her, she will be alone,” he says.

    Every day after school, he prepares lunch – it is usually fried rice or instant noodles – for his four younger siblings.

    While his three siblings, aged 11, nine and seven, eat their lunch, Abang sits patiently feeding his 30-month-old brother.

    “I used to make lunch in the rice cooker. But now we have new pans, so it is easier to make makan (Malay for food) for my adik (Malay for younger siblings)”.

    The family is under the North West Home Fix Scheme, a collaborative effort between North West Community Development Council and Grassroots Organisations. The initiative aims to provide essential household items or repairs to upkeep basic living conditions.

    The family recently received donations comprising cookware, slow cooker, gas stove, kitchen cabinet and a mattress.

    ASSISTANCE

    They also get financial assistance from several agencies including the Islamic Religious Council of Singapore and the Ministry of Social and Family Development (MSF).

    Madam Nora says the family receives a combined total of $1,270 from the two in cash every month.

    The young boy, 12,  allows himself briefly to be a boy again when he plays with his precious kendama toy. He has no digital devices, and hardly watches TV. The toy is packed neatly away and has pride of place in the bare house when he is done. He then goes and gets the younger children to do their homework. TNP PHOTO: ARIFFIN JAMAR

    An MSF spokesman says Madam Nora and her children are also provided with “Comcare financial assistance and assistance for medical, rental, utilities, and service and conservancy charges for the six-month period from July to December 2015”.

    The family also gets $100 worth of North West Food Vouchers monthly as part of the North West Food Aid Fund.

    To supplement the financial aid her family gets, Madam Nora prepares food packets for people who like her cooking.

    Abang has to help her and because of that, he usually goes to sleep at 3am three times a week.

    He tries his best at school and has passed all the subjects except mathematics.

    “Sometimes, when I am in school, I feel tired but usually, it is okay. I can stay awake,” he says. Abang and his three siblings attend a primary school that is a 15-minute walk from their home.

    Abang does not ask for anything for himself. But he does have one wish – to meet his football heroes. He says: “The LionsXII footballers are good. My favourite players are Khairul Amri, Sahil Suhaimi and Faris Ramli.”

    When asked what he would do if he got the chance to meet them, he laughs and says: “I don’t think I will get to meet them. They are big stars.

    “If I ever get the chance to meet them, I won’t know what to do but I think I will ask them to teach me ball tricks.”

    He then excuses himself and goes back to helping his siblings with their homework.

    “Sometimes, when I am in school, I feel tired but usually, it is okay. I can stay awake.”

    – Abang, who often goes to sleep at 3am three times a week because he has to help his mother prepare food packets

     

    Source: www.tnp.sg

  • Selamat Hari Raya From Amos Yee

    Selamat Hari Raya From Amos Yee

    So I was awake at around 8am (It’s a miracle) and I wondered why the fuck is my mother telling me to ‘hang my clothes nicely’ at 8am, she usually does it at 9:30 at night. So I inquired on the divergence of the constant variable, and apparently, she had a weekday off (fuck), because it was Hari Raya.

    Now apparently, Hari Raya comparatively to the Chinese towards Chinese New Year (At least the ones in Singapore) Hari Raya is a fucking big deal to Malays, with their meetings of extended families that reach the 100s, profuse amounts of Malay delectables (Like the Onde-Ondes I treasure),and there’s only 1-2 days of the national holiday, but you guys can extend the celebration to over a week.

    However, other than the Malays,the 13.3% (~0.718067 million (2013)), or other races compelled by neighbor pressure, typically no one else gives a fuck about the festival other than the fact that there is a work/school holiday. And also seeing what I had planned to do today, watching Attack On Titan and indulging in the 1st social gathering since I’d been released from prison (Yeah it actually took that long, I’m still a loner, I’m really just leading the life of a famous hermit), I didn’t even know.

    Now most people opine that the majority of prisoners in Singapore, are black, and from what I have observed(Which of course, isn’t empirically substantive), they’re right. And if they’re mostly Black, they’re mostly Malay, which means my cellmates were mostly Malay, which means that most of them, celebrated Hari Raya. And since I was in prison for 5 weeks (Or 3 weeks in prison, and 2 weeks in the worst fucking place ever), that is the only reason I’m giving a solitary shit about this festival.

    Now the benefits of being in prison while Malays are fasting a month before Hari Raya, is that their desires to be generous (Does that come from fasting?) and their resolute spirit to either eat less daily or engage in a full day hardcore fast (Which unlike me, they didn’t have the assistance of a mental stimulus fueled by unrelenting thoughts of suicide) while we were transitioning a move to the yard, they’d cover the food with a travel catalog and sneak the bread into my cell, so that my buddies and I could eat it later.

    My Muslim cellmates, would tell me how important the festival was to them. One of them, dictated when he wanted to reveal his crime of Awol (which is apparently really easy to pull off), based on the date of Hari Raya, because if he admits his crime early enough, he could have the chance to finish his sentence before the festive season, so he can celebrate it with his children and family.

    One of my fellas at IMH, who was intended to be discharged during Hari Raya, (and then subsequently be sent back after it was over, in the eyes of the family, there’s somehow an exception for tolerance to mental hysteria during Hari Raya) made the highly compelling argument that he was obligated to be released earlier, because he had to attain a suitable Hari Raya Baju.

    Now, due to genetics or food (Probably the latter), he’s really fucking fat, and shops in Geylang Serai do not have shirts of sizes up to 3XL, and the man was measured to need 5, so if he wants the Malay shirt, it has to be tailor-made, and since he was probably released only like a day or two before, he probably won’t be able to get it. I hope he doesn’t have to celebrate Hari Raya nude, Muhammad wouldn’t like that, which is unfortunate for Australian Muslims.

    So as I was in prison, frequently exposed to my Malay buddies’ love and desires to celebrate Hari Raya, I recalled that quote from Roger Ebert, which I can’t seem to remember and fucking find, so somebody if they can, please identify it and write it down on the comments section, but he said something along the lines of, there’s always something fascinating from the things that people derive great joy from. And thus from there, I too, started to develop a liking (Just a little), of this festival, of Hari Raya.

    And this shows that even if initially you don’t give a solitary shit about something, if you take the chance to open your mind(or be obligated to due to boredom in Prison) from other people’s different passions and hobbies, you can develop an interest to those yourself, or at least, enough to write a Facebook post about.
    And as I wander the world rife with fans of Twilight, Transformers, Justin Bieber and fucking K-pop, I resolve that though I might disagree with their preferences, and interests and tastes in general, I sure as hell won’t say that mine is somehow better, unless of course it concerns the existence of God, in which case, it’s pretty definitive.

    And for all my Muslim pals who are unfortunate enough to have to be in prison during Hari Raya, because once I went out from prison, I heard from their family members that instead of backdating their months in remand, they were instead sentenced to RTC. It feels absolutely horrible I know, even more so when you can’t even see the message I’m writing that’s directed to you, it’s quite futile on my part I know. Do be assured, that for most cordial Malay families, they’re probably hoping that you’re doing well in prison, or gossiping and viciously lambasting you for committing a crime, either way, they’re thinking about you, which means you’re more important than the family member who attends the festive gathering, only to then sit quietly in the corner of the house, attempting to hide his complete inability to talk to people by flipping back and forth, the windows on his phone (That was me, it was fucking depressing) .

    So fellow Malay friends, as I stay confined in my room staring at blood-spilled gore bursting from the entrails of exploding Titans, I’m glad people outside are experiencing the pleasures of social activities and food that took more than 5 minutes to prepare.
    Happy Hari Raya. I hope you enjoy it.

     

    Source: https://amosyee.wordpress.com

     

  • OCT Ahmad Arif Ibrahim Cemerlang, Raih Pedang Kehormatan Dan Anugerah Bayonet Emas

    OCT Ahmad Arif Ibrahim Cemerlang, Raih Pedang Kehormatan Dan Anugerah Bayonet Emas

    Hasil prestasi cemerlang, seorang pegawai kadet Angkatan Bersenjata Singapura (SAF) Melayu menerima Pedang Kehormatan.

    Ia diberikan kepada pegawai-pegawai kadet yang menunjukkan prestasi terbaik.

    Ahmad Arif Ibrahim, 22 tahun, juga menerima anugerah Bayonet Emas yang berprestij, satu anugerah yang diberikan kepada 10 peratus kadet terbaik dalam satu-satu kohort.

    Beliau juga boleh berbangga kerana dinobatkan sebagai kadet terbaik dalam latihan fizikal.

    Semalam, Ahmad Arif menjadi antara 568 pegawai kadet yang ditauliahkan sebagai pegawai SAF selepas menjalani latihan selama 38 minggu dalam Kursus Pegawai Kadet.

    Selepas tamat latihan, mereka akan menyandang jawatan pegawai komand, pegawai pemberi arahan dan pegawai staf di unit-unit SAF.

    Berucap di majlis tamat kursus SAF, Timbalan Perdana Menteri Teo Chee Hean menggesa para pegawai supaya meneruskan usaha generasi anggota perkhidmatan yang terdahulu.

    Sementara itu, meskipun diiktiraf sebagai antara pegawai kadet terbaik dalam kohortnya, Arif mengakui beliau mulanya sukar menyesuaikan diri semasa beberapa hari pertama menjalani kursus tersebut.

    Ahmad Arif Ibrahim. (Gambar: Channel NewsAsia)

    “Semasa saya sertai BMT, peralihan daripada gaya hidup orang awam kepada gaya hidup seorang askar agak perlahan, dan lebih mudah untuk saya menyesuaikan diri.

    “Tetapi di OCS, mereka mahu kami bukan menjadi orang awam, tetapi menjadi seorang askar, menjadi seorang pemimpin,” ujarnya.

    Untuk mengongsi pengalaman para pegawai kadet, edisi kedua buku ‘One of A Kind’ juga dilancarkan semalam. Edisi pertama diterbitkan pada 2007.

    Source: http://berita.mediacorp.sg

  • Malays Protected Me, Says Chinese Journalist Hurt In Low Yat Riot

    Malays Protected Me, Says Chinese Journalist Hurt In Low Yat Riot

    PETALING JAYA: A reporter who was beaten up while covering the brawl at Low Yat Plaza on Sunday has shared another side to the ugly incident.

    According to Sin Chew Daily crime reporter Chan Woei Loon (pic), what had happened over the weekend had nothing to do with race as proven by the people who had saved him from being beaten up.

    “After being badly beaten up, there were Malay reporters who tried to help. There were also Malay members of the Civil Defence Department (JPAM) who rushed me to hospital.

    “The doctor who treated me was also Malay. As a friend said, this had nothing to do with racial issues.

    “Doesn’t matter what race you are, if anyone is in trouble, we are there to help,” he said in a Chinese language Facebook post that was translated into Malay.

    Chan said that the main cause of the incident was not race, but stupidity.

    He said being a crime reporter for five years and having covered similar protests, he had expected to come out of Sunday’s incident unharmed.

    “But I was still beaten up and injured,” he said.

    Recounting the incident, Chan said he and a photographer were assigned to cover the protest at Low Yat Plaza as they were on the night shift.

    As he was submitting a story at a nearby mamak stall, following a press conference at 11pm, another fight broke out.

    “As I was at the mamak, I saw a China Press photographer, Sam Kar Haur, being chased and beaten up by a group of people.

    “Kar Haur tried to escape, but he was pushed and fell near the mamak stall as the group kept assaulting him.

    “I ran to his rescue, but there were about 20-30 people beating him up. I could only protect him. Because of that, I was also punched and hit with helmets.

    “At the time, a few Malay men pushed away those who tried to beat us, and saved Kar Haur. I backed away and ran to a small alley.

    “When I reached where policemen were, they stopped hitting me,” said Chan.

    He said that the incident was a reminder that there were many people willing to help in difficult situations like this.

    “Let’s reject any racist comments,” he said.

    Both Chan and Sam were among five people injured in a mob attack near Low Yat Plaza on Sunday night.

    An eyewitness said a group of 50 to 60 men barged into a food outlet near the shopping mall and assaulted the patrons with motorcycle helmets at around midnight.

    Earlier in the night, a group gathered at Low Yat Plaza following Saturday’s melee between customers and sales clerks at a mobile phone kiosk.

    On Saturday, a fight erupted between the thugs and sales assistants after a group of youths came to the shop on the ground floor at Low Yat Plaza.

    According to police, a clear-cut theft had led to the brawl.

     

    Source: www.thestar.com.my

  • Low Yat Was About Racism, Deal With It

    Low Yat Was About Racism, Deal With It

    The Low Yat Plaza riot which injured five people was scary with its disturbing racial overtones, and we don’t do Malaysia any favours by pretending that the whole incident had nothing to do with racism.

    The original incident seemed simple enough. A Malay man allegedly stole a smartphone from a Chinese trader at a shop in Low Yat Saturday.

    He was caught and handed over to the police. Then the upset man brought a group of friends over who allegedly assaulted the workers from the mobile phone outlet and damaged the store, causing about RM70,000 in losses.

    The story then took a strange racist twist, with rumours suddenly popping up on social media about how the “cheating” Chinese had tried to sell a counterfeit phone to the Malay man. The police, by the way, have reportedly dismissed claims about the counterfeit phone.

    A riot broke out at Low Yat the following day, with disturbing videos of the violent Malay mob attacking a car with passengers cowering inside, as well as three journalists from the Chinese press.

    The shoplifting was not unusual and had nothing to do with race, certainly. But the subsequent fallout was motivated by racism, with all the belligerent calls on social media to #BoikotCinaPenipu and to boycott Low Yat.

    There were hostile calls for Malay unity and vague threats of assault, with a photo of a gunman and the words “Call of Duty Low Yat” on Facebook.

    There were even calls for arson. Malays were painted as victims, oppressed by the Chinese.

    At the mob gathering on Sunday night, a Malay man is seen in a video making a racist speech about how Malaysia is “bumi Melayu” and how the Chinese humiliated the Malays.

    Police, politicians and the public have been quick to say that the Low Yat incident was not about racism, but just a simple case of theft.

    Wake up and smell the coffee — the Low Yat riot was racially motivated and it shows how ugly things can get when the economy is bad.

    For all our campaigns about “moderation”, the truth is, racism exists in this country and we can’t ignore it.

    People look for scapegoats when the economy is in the doldrums. The Jews were made a scapegoat for Germany’s economic problems after World War I.

    It’s far easier to blame a person from another ethnic group living near you, who’s sitting in the same LRT and eating at the same fast food restaurant in which most of the counter staff appear to be Malays, for robbing you of opportunities in life.

    It’s easier to get angry at news of someone from another race ripping off your fellow brethren over something tangible like a phone, than at the purportedly missing billions in the 1Malaysia Development Berhad scandal.

    After all, you don’t know exactly how many of those billions come from your taxes. And you don’t see physical cash from your taxes being diverted into someone’s personal bank account.

    It’s easier to hit a fellow Malaysian of a different skin colour over perceived injustices, compared to trying to slap the prime minister who’s protected by bodyguards and whom you only see in the news, not on the streets.

    The government too should be blamed for allowing, and even encouraging, circumstances for a riot to happen.

    The race-baiting in Utusan Malaysia, the refrain for Malay unity, and Friday sermons that repeatedly label minority groups as “the enemy” have all contributed to this powder keg of racial tension.

    A minister who brazenly called for Chinese traders to be boycotted should have been sacked.

    But instead, he remains in government.

    The ethnic conflict between the Malays and Chinese is driven by the perception that the Chinese are significantly wealthier. It’s unclear how much of that is really true.

    A Khazanah Research Institute study shows that 26 per cent of Bumiputera households earn less than RM2,000 per month, compared to 20 per cent and 14 per cent of Indian and Chinese households respectively. So it’s arguable if the Chinese really do dominate the economy.

    Racism is not just caused by politicians who use the race card to get support.

    There are things that don’t make it in the news – the wariness of the Malays at eating or drinking at Chinese coffee shops, the unnatural fear of pork to the extent of shunning Chinese ice-cream sellers, the undercurrent of complaints against the Chinese for stealing the country’s wealth and for trampling on the rights of the Malays.

    There’s breeding resentment on both sides.

    The Chinese complain about not getting equal treatment and having to work twice as hard to get the same opportunities as the Malays, who receive coveted positions at public universities, housing discounts etc. They look down on the Malays and perceive them as “lazy”.

    When a Malay is hardworking and does make it to the top, they say she’s an exception, not the rule.

    This makes for uncomfortable reading. But we need to confront racism head on.

    We need to acknowledge that we hold racial stereotypes and that such stereotypes comfort us. They make us feel good about ourselves. They make us feel superior.

    We can laugh at racist jokes but we secretly place our colleagues, acquaintances, civil servants, and traders into racial stereotypes that they happen to fit in.

    I myself am guilty of doing it. I compare the Chinese and Malay nasi lemak sellers at the wet market that I regularly go to.

    The Chinese nasi lemak seller is fast and efficient, but she’s very careful with her portions, always measuring them so she doesn’t give too much.

    The Malay trader’s nasi lemak is tastier and he lets customers dole out their own portions, charging a far cheaper price too. But he arrives at a later time than the Chinese, which means fewer customers, and he’s slow.

    So I secretly think that the Chinese is a better businesswoman, even though I prefer buying from the Malay nasi lemak seller (when he arrives early enough).

    And I allow myself to take comfort in the (dangerous) belief that yes, the Malays may get everything handed to them on a silver platter, but we Chinese can still beat them because we’re better, smarter and faster than them.

    I feel uncomfortable admitting this in writing. But I must, just like all of us must similarly admit the racial stereotypes we hold if we want Malaysia to move forward. We will never eradicate racism by burying our heads in the sand and pretending that it doesn’t exist.

    We need to perhaps befriend more people of other races. Maybe even get into interracial relationships and have babies of mixed ethnicity.

    Then maybe, just maybe, Malaysia will be a little less racist.

     

    Source: www.themalaymailonline.com

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