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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

     

  • Bishan-Toa Payoh Town Council Wanted To Disrupt Water Supple On Eve Of Hari Raya

    Bishan-Toa Payoh Town Council Wanted To Disrupt Water Supple On Eve Of Hari Raya

    A reader Siti Saad residing in Block 136 Bishan Street 12 got a rude shock when she received a mailer from Bishan-Toa Payoh Town Council that informed residents there will be disruption of water supply on 16 July 2015 between 9 am to 5.30 PM for works to replace water pipes.

    Ms Siti Saad believe this is insensitive of Bishan Toa Payoh Town Council as the date of disruption falls on the eve of Hari Raya when Muslims Singaporeans will be making preparations for the festive season.

    She urged the town council to reconsider the choice or date and remarked if this will happen during “Chinese New Year” or Christmas and ended her comment with hashtags #marginalizedmalays #sg50.

    Fortunately, the MP in her area Mr Wong Kang Seng was informed of the incident and promptly took remedy actions. He subsequently notified her that the replacement works will be carried out at a later date.

    Prior to the reply from Mr Wong, unhappy Singaporeans gave their opinions and assumptions of the incident.

    Do you think Bishan Toa Payoh town council could have done better?

    Source: www.allsingaporestuff.com

  • Warga Senja Antara 50 Keluarga Terima Habuan Raya Dari Persatuan Peguam Islam

    Warga Senja Antara 50 Keluarga Terima Habuan Raya Dari Persatuan Peguam Islam

    Pada usia senja mencecah 70 tahun, Encik Sarif Awang masih lagi mencari rezeki sebagai pekerja pembersihan sambilan.

    Ini bagi menampung kos kesihatan dan penjagaan anaknya, Cik Noor Azlinah, 43 tahun, yang terlantar sakit di rumah dan tidak mampu bertugas selepas diserang angin ahmar empat tahun lalu.

    Bekas petugas pejabat yang menjanda itu juga menghidap pelbagai komplikasi lain sehingga menjejas ginjal dan daya penglihatannya.

    Melihat keadaan keluarga ini yang memilukan, Persatuan Peguam Islam (AML) tampil menghulurkan bantuan di ambang Syawal.

    Keluarga Encik Sarif antara 50 keluarga susah yang menerima habuan sekitar $15,000 di pasar raya NTUC FairPrice di Joo Chiat Complex semalam.

    Habuan berupa duit Raya $100 dan bajet beli-belah $150 diberikan kepada setiap keluarga dengan ibu tunggal, warga senja atau pesakit kronik.

    Bungkusan ayam segar juga diagihkan AML yang menerima sumbangan wang daripada peguam bukan Islam, yang menghargai kerja amal mereka itu.

    Ketika ditemui Berita Harian, Presiden AML, Encik Noor Mohamed Marican, berkata pihaknya menggerakkan projek ini sejak lima tahun lalu apabila jawatankuasa baru dilantik.

    Penerima bantuan dipilih daripada kes yang pernah dikendalikan atau atas rujukan pihak tertentu.

    Kerja amal ini bukan tertumpu pada musim Lebaran sahaja malah diperluaskan ke musim perayaan Deepavali dan Tahun Baru Cina.

    “Masih ada kelompok masyarakat kita yang miskin dan perlu dibangkitkan semangatnya menjelang Syawal. Sebab itu, saya galakkan mereka beli kuih Raya dan minuman ringan.

    “Saya kira, kita harus mengubah bentuk bantuan agar memenuhi keperluan semasa. Kita harus berganjak daripada tempoh habuan keperluan asas seperti beras dan minyak sahaja diberikan.

    “Lantaran itu, AML mengusahakan agar peruntukan bajet diberi bagi setiap keluarga. Mereka bebas memilih barangan yang mereka perlukan. Mereka juga tidak perlu malu bahkan dianggap seperti pembeli lain di pasar raya ini,” jelasnya.

    Encik Sarif yang ditemani cucunya, Noreen Marsya Mohd Saruan, 14 tahun, terharu seraya berkata:

    “Dengan adanya peruntukan ini, bolehlah saya beli beberapa barangan keperluan harian dan khusus buat Hari Raya.

    “Saya gagahkan semangat bekerja pada usia senja kerana kasihan melihat anak yang sakit dan perlukan dorongan saya. Saya sahaja harapannya kerana ibunya pun sudah meninggal dunia. Kalau nak fikirkan, saya sendiri dah berusia dan berpenyakit.”

     

    Source: http://beritaharian.sg

  • Beraya Solo Dengan Air Mata Syawal

    Beraya Solo Dengan Air Mata Syawal

    Lampu lap-lip di luar rumah Encik Rafi Hassan berkerdipan indah di malam hari, menyambut Lebaran yang bakal menjelang tidak lama lagi. Beberapa botol kuih Raya sudah pun tersaji.

    Bagaimanapun, setiap kali suara takbir bergema, sebak terasa di dadanya mengenangkan ibu bapa dan nenek yang sudah tiada.

    Anak tunggal dan bujang berusia 42 tahun itu sudah biasa hidup menyendiri. Yang dianggap teman penawar duka di rumah tiga biliknya di Tampines Street 41 ialah tiga kucing yang cukup manja lagi jinak, menyambut kedatangan penulis. Flat itu sudah dimilikinya sejak beliau berusia 29 tahun lagi.

    Namun, di ambang 1 Syawal, Encik Rafi, seorang penyelia di syarikat pelancongan, menanti peluang keemasan beraya di kampung ibu saudaranya di Senggarang, Batu Pahat. Sudah lama desa yang sudah dilengkapi dengan kemudahan tandas itu tidak dikunjunginya.

    Sebagaimana ceritanya dalam pertemuan lebih sejam baru-baru ini:

    “Mak cik saya selalu prihatin dan bertanya, ‘Rafi, kau beraya di mana?’ Saya pun terfikir seronok betul kalau saya balik kampung dan rasakan semangat gotong-royong di malam Raya! Lagipun di sana masih ada botol oren dan Sarsi macam zaman saya kanak-kanak dulu.

    “Saya akan tolong mengemas rumah, potong bahan memasak lauk-pauk Lebaran. Maklumlah saya ni suka memasak dan tak kekok di dapur. Cuma menganyam ketupat sahaja saya tak boleh diharap! Nak bakar kuih pun tak ada kesabaran. Pernah cuba bakar kuih tart, tapi semuanya ranap dan hangus!”

    Encik Rafi kehilangan ibunya yang bisu, Cik Aisa Bee Ismail, sewaktu usianya semuda 18 tahun. Ibunya, yang cekal dan bersemangat waja, menghidap tekanan darah tinggi dan meninggal dunia pada usia 47 tahun.

    Bapanya, Encik Hassan Bakar, yang menetap di rumah jagaan warga senja dan pesakit kronik pula pergi menyahut seruan Ilahi pada usia 64 tahun sekitar tiga tahun lalu.

    SUARA TAKBIR

    “Saya memang rindukan mak dan menitis air mata apabila mengenangkannya yang sudah lebih 20 tahun tiada. Ingat lagi saya tatkala ada mak cik panggil mak ‘si pekak’ di sekolah saya dulu. Saya mengamuk tak terima, bahkan sempat tarik baju mak cik tu, marah kerana mak saya dipersenda.

    “Kadang macam berat nak dengar suara takbir sebab pastinya kenangan bersama mak muncul di ruang minda. Sewaktu arwah ayah ada, sekurang-kurangnya saya terhibur juga walaupun beliau dirawat di rumah jagaan. Dapat bawa dia bersiar-siar pada Hari Raya pertama.

    “Terus terang saya katakan, hilang mood nak beraya selepas kehilangan kededuanya dan nenek saya. Tapi apabila difikirkan kembali saya tak harus biarkan kesedihan saya berterusan. Saya masih ada mak cik dan saudara-mara lain khususnya yang lebih tua untuk dikunjungi.

    “Kadangkala teman-teman pun undang saya ke rumah mereka. Cuma saya akui timbul sekelumit kesedihan apabila melihat orang lain beraya bersama isteri dan anak-anak mereka. Tapi, apabila fikirkan betapa saya sudah biasa hidup bersendiri dan bebas membuat pilihan baju, perhiasan rumah dan kuih-muih tanpa merujuk pada orang lain, kelegaan timbul serta-merta,” ceritanya.

    Ditanya tidakkah saudara-maranya mendesak agar beliau segera menamatkan zaman bujang, Encik Rafi, yang juga terlibat dalam bidang peragaan pakaian pengantin, bahkan pernah menyertai peraduan Senior Manhunt, menambah secara berseloroh:

    “Saya tak berkecil hati dengan soalan mak cik saya yang prihatin. Malahan, saya selalu bergurau dengan mereka. Saya kata, ‘Tak ada anak dara yang sanggup menikahi saya sebab mereka tak mampu sediakan hantaran $50,000 serba satu!’

    “Kalau sampai masanya, mak cik tinggal datang saja ke majlis ringkas saya di Pejabat Pendaftaran Pernikahan. Bakal isteri saya pun tak perlu susah payah. Tinggal bawa beg pakaian dan menetap di sini. Dah tak ada mak mentua garang pun yang akan mengawasi mereka sebab saya ni anak yatim.”

    Lawak jenaka menjadi penawar dukanya. Masanya sering disibukkan dengan tugas serta menyertai peraduan memperaga pakaian. Beliau juga pernah menerima tawaran mengacara di beberapa majlis rasmi dan berharap dapat mengendalikan bengkel etika keyakinan diri buat anak Melayu suatu hari nanti.

    Bagaimanapun, di sebalik senda guraunya itu, ada perkara bermain di fikirannya. Katanya mengakhiri perbualan kami:

    “Harapan saya pada Syawal nanti, dapatlah saya menikmati kemeriahan beraya di kampung dalam suasana yang berbeza daripada sambutan di Singapura.

    “Jerih payah saya berdikari dari usia muda menjadikan saya lebih cekal dan yakin meneruskan kehidupan saya tanpa mengira apa tanggapan orang terhadap diri saya atau status saya. Tak semestinya kita hidup membujang hidup kita kurang bahagia. Ada juga teman yang berumah tangga tapi tidak sehati sejiwa dengan pasangan mereka, lantas menjejas keceriaan beraya.

    “Saya belajar erti kerja keras dari bawah. Saya juga hargai erti persahabatan dan membantu orang mana yang termampu. Sungguhpun begitu, saya mengharapkan yang terbaik agar kesihatan saya terpelihara kerana baru-baru ini, doktor khuatir saya ada masalah jantung tersumbat apabila terasa mengah semacam. Tak pasti adakah saya perlu jalani pembedahan.”

     

    Source: http://beritaharian.sg