An immigration round-up took place in a small suburban village near the harbour on the Penang mainland on the eve of a Muslim holiday. It was the 13th of October 2015, after 11.00pm when most families were settling down for the night. Immigration vans loaded with enforcement and RELA personnel arrived and surrounded a block of low-cost flats and were later joined by a convoy of lorries. Continue reading “Criminalizing the innocent”
Judy slept lightly, always on the alert for any sound of movement, or her mother’s hoarse voice. She rarely dared to relax or go beyond calling distance of the bed-ridden old lady.
Her mother could do very little for herself having had a stroke a year ago, that crippled the right-side of her body, from head to foot. Continue reading “Home slave trap – love counts for nothing”
I’m not a Muslim, but after the arrival of the thousands stranded and abandoned at sea in June, the passing of Ramadan and the joyous Eid celebration among Muslims in Malaysia, I wonder if those desperate migrants and refugees towed in or washed up on our shores had any kind of celebration behind the barbed wire fences of Belantik Immigration Detention Center in Kedah, where they are housed. Many of them, Rohingya or Bangladeshi, are Muslims. Continue reading “Was Eid for all Muslims in Malaysia?”
I guess, I’ve come to that mid-point in life when it’s time to look back. Was thinking about people whom I’ve known over the past years since I was very young. It’s funny, how with some of them, life’s journey seems to have a circular path. When least expected, they seem to bump into you suddenly. Continue reading “Friends are friends, old or new”
On Thursday 5th March 2015, The Independent online, publicized the banning of the documentary “India’s Daughter” by the Indian government, that the BBC aired the night before in the UK.
(http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/indias-daughter-how-india-tried-to-suppress-the-bbc-delhi-gangrape-documentary-10088890.html). Continue reading ““India’s Daughter” is everybody’s daughter”
News reports of the carnage in Gaza and Occupied Territories is horrifying. Everyday, children, fathers, mothers, grandparents, teenagers, anyone we can think of, dies. In these places, they live with war, it’s an everyday hazard that one doesn’t get used to. Continue reading “Still the Chosen People?”
The idea of indecency is often narrowly interpreted, restricted to indecent exposure or flashing, sexual indecency, vulgarity and pornographic literature, films etc. Yet, thinking about it, indecency covers a whole range of actions, especially when the cowardly powerful think it necessary to treat the marginalized, weak and vulnerable like dirt. That the Devil is alive and well in the world today is true. Continue reading “Indecent Actions”
When I was young, I was taught that different faiths were different pathways to the same supreme Spirit, called God, for practical purposes. Thinking about it, and this is a layman’s view, not that of an expert on religion, God must seem different to people of different ethnicity, culture and social background. Continue reading “God is a Socialist”
The plight of the Rohingya People is urgent! Persecution and statelessness are not the only oppression they face. As undocumented asylum seekers and refugees fleeing virtual ethnic cleansing in Rakhine State,which they call ‘Arakan State,’ in Myanmar, they face intense suffering in places where they hope to find safety and to live peacefully in freedom. Continue reading “From Conflict to Captivity”
I felt I had to share this with the world. Coca-cola thought that it was doing migrant workers in Singapore a favour by sponsoring a public gesture of appreciation for their hard work in building Singapore. Whether this could be seen as Corporate Social Responsibility or a mere advertising gimmick, is up to the viewer. In contrast, a Singapore journalist with Al-Jazeera documented the real living and working conditions of migrant construction workers in Singapore. Use this link to decide for yourself, if Coca-cola is being kind or cruel to the usually anonymous foreign worker.
It brought tears to my eyes.