(In character) “I’m Zubaida Amir, I’m of Bugis descendant and my family and I live in Singapore…”

“I grew up here, my grandpa brought his family here to start a better life. My father, I mean my late father, was a famous tradesmen within the Malay Archipelago.

It got harder when the British opened up the trade but my father still pulled through despite the huge competition.

He passed away about two years back and it’s taken quite a toll on my family. My mother locks herself in her room, she almost never leaves the room ever since then. My brother has learned to cope through other, supernatural way, and its upsetting.

As for me, it was hard at first I think I wasn’t too different from my brother, coping with father’s death through “other ways”, but ever since being married and becoming a mother that has changed me.

My husband is a big impact in my life, he’s a British lieutenant, so his views of the world are different than my people. He has never ignored an opinion of mine, he continues to remind me that my voice matters. That wasn’t something I learn growing up under a Bugis household.

No woman really had a say in anything. In fact, when my father found out about me and Rick, my husband, he banned me from seeing him. I went against that of course, behind my father’s back, then my son came along the day my father died and that’s where my new life truly took off. It’s confusing being a woman with a traditional heritage.

I’m the eldest in my family but my brother is the next in line to lead this family. I have ‘elder sibling’ responsibilities which is generally to lead, yet I am never always the leader, so no matter how I lead, right or wrong it barely matters.

I love my new little family with my husband and son, but it’s hard not to admit that this was my way of coping with my father’s death, allowing myself to be lost in a totally different world and finding myself along the way”.

– Humans of Kuala Lumpur

Photostory by Mushamir Mustafa

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HOKL went and interviewed the cast (as their characters) of ‘Malaya Relived: The Fall of Singapore’ theatre/play, which tells the story of Zubaida and Zabir, two siblings of Bugis ancestry living in Singapore under the British empire coping with their father’s mysterious death. Their relationship is conflicted when Zabir blames their father’s death on Zubaida’s courtship with a British soldier, while Zubaida is convinced that there are ‘black magic’ forces at play.

The next play, ‘Malaya Relived: Merdeka’ is playing from 19th – 21st April. For more information please visit http://www.liverandlung.com/malayarelived — with Putrina Mohamed Rafie.

(This post was first published on April 10th 2019)

Thank you to The Financial Express (Bangladesh) for writing our latest story that has gone viral!

https://thefinancialexpress.com.bd/national/photo-story-of-extraordinary-bangladeshi-worker-in-malaysia-goes-viral-1553941251?fbclid=IwAR2dFJgIDvE-xIRytMtgPGQ8IwaJm8T9X04-xmtuH3L6pNqbN7nAm6Hsz1M

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(This post was first published on March 30th 2019)

“I left my homeland Bangladesh 27 years ago when my fifth child was just 6 months old…”

“I haven’t returned since. I miss my family and they miss me too. But this is for them.

All of this is for their future.

I came to Malaysia because I heard there were plenty of jobs here. Even if it is just doing jobs that no one else wants to do, I’ll do it. I’ve been doing it 7 days a week, 365 days a year for the past 27 years. I haven’t once taken a day of sick leave or even an off day. And I’m still going strong, insha’Allah.

My needs here are simple. I send most of my earnings back to my family. I wake up, I bathe, I have my breakfast, I go to work, I come back, I talk to my family back home over the phone, I rest and it’s the same thing the next day, and the day after that. I have made some good friends here, too. 

One of my daughters is now a judge, another is a doctor and my son is an engineer. I’m thankful for what they have achieved.

This December I will be going home for good and finally see my family again. It will be the first time I’ll see my two grandchildren too. 

I can hardly wait.”

– Humans of Kuala Lumpur

Abu Bakar is a 70-year old cleaner who works at Klang Parade. He is the oldest among his crew. 

Captured at Klang Parade as the crew celebrates their achievement for winning Klang’s Cleanest Public Toilet (Mall) award by Majlis Perbandaran Klang.

Photostory by Ariel Chew
Edited by Mushamir Mustafa

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(This post was first published on March 29th 2019)

Watch John-son Oei’s heartfelt story on what made him create the Epic Homes and EPIC!

We had so much fun visiting the Orang Asli (indigenous) village for this Humans of KL project. We learnt about the amazing work that EPIC Homes is doing – building safe liveable homes for the Orang Asli.

We can say that we ourselves were so inspired by their story and how they are making real tangible impact to the local communities!

This project was done In collaboration with the Malaysian Global Innovation and Creativity Centre (MaGIC).

Produced by Mushamir Mustafa and Amalina Davis.

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(This post was first published on March 17th 2019)

‘You can’t just sit there crying and say that ‘Oh I’m a refugee and I don’t get this, I don’t get that’. If you are not doing anything for yourself, then what happen to me’?

“5 years ago, I came from Pakistan as a refugee, and have been a refugee for 5 years. I knew that as a refugee, we are not welcomed, our rights are being denied, so I thought to myself that I want to help, I want to contribute, and so I decided to volunteer here at IDEAS Academy, a secondary learning centre for underprivileged children, including those who are refugees, stateless and undocumented

It was a very small team at that time, and the old principal, she’s from Australia, she was just sleeping on the dirty floor here, she also away from her home, the classroom was very small, when I saw this, I felt like I wanted to contribute, I wanted to be a part of it and I decided to volunteer here.

I remember last time we were not getting enough funds. It was a sad moment for me because we were only getting RM300 for the month, but we had students coming in – it was really depressing.

And do you know that children actually have their own depressing moments at home that we don’t know of too? Here, they get to learn, they get to play with each other, and they are happy and content. So when I see the happiness on their faces, and the things we’ve created here, that’s that happiest moment for me.

I believe that when you start to give out rights, you will get your rights. If you can’t even attend a charity, then what is it will come to you? If you do the same thing, it will come to you. So I thought, for their rights, and myself being a refugee, I want to help – that is my ambition here”.

– Humans of Kuala Lumpur

Photostory by Samantha Siow
Edited by Mushamir Mustafa

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(This post was first published on March 14th 2019)

“I’ve heard of how the working culture in Japan was totally different from Malaysia. This drove me crazy wanting to find out what were the differences.

“So when I was given an opportunity to work in one of the Onsen Hotel in Kumamoto City as a hotel receptionist, I immediately took up that offer. I would want to challenge myself and see how far I could go with this opportunity.

Before taking off for the journey, I did not have any expectations. I was driven and most of my friends and family supported my decision. I told myself that I would try a different working culture for 3 years and if it went well, I will consider permanently staying in Japan. With only some basic knowledge of Japanese, I was fearless as nothing will stop me from living in Japan.

After a year working in Japan, I told myself enough is enough. I was under a great deal of pressure and it almost caused me to feel depressed because of the stressful working environment required me to be a ‘yes’ man even though my rational brain told me otherwise.

One night when I was video-calling with my best friend back in Malaysia, she told me that if you think the lifestyle is not what you want, you can always come back to Malaysia, here is your real home.

“Kuroshi” is not a new term, I have heard of it before I traveled to Japan. That is one of the many reasons brought me back home.

The main reason my mind has changed is because the working culture was rigid and inflexible. For example, when the managers were planning for a new project, they always stick with the one and only plan they have in mind. With the absence of backup plans, they will give up on the idea entirely once the plan has failed. I have a few local colleagues who are distressed with the working style, but they do not dare to raise out their concern simply because they do not want to upset their superiors.

I was told that showing emotion was forbidden at work… I have to hide all my feelings and emotions from everyone… when I went back to my room, I will cry out my emotions. I felt that bottling up my emotions was unhealthy and I told myself I needed to put a stop to it. At that point of time, I could genuinely understand what the working adults are going through, it is a sense of emptiness.

Family was never their priority, they only cared about their career. I would think that New Year is one of the many occasion to gather with friends and family. I would find it surprising when most of my colleague said they work during New Years Day.

Most working adults would stay alone in the city and never leave their home unless it is needed. During the last General Election in Malaysia, I flew back to Malaysia to vote. My decision was being criticised and laughed by my local colleagues because they would not go to the extent of taking a day off simply for to vote in an election.

I had a lots of fun being in Japan, but working there is definitely not a great pleasure. I met a Malaysian lady who stayed in the hotel, it was the first in a long time someone spoke Mandarin to me and I felt genuinely happy. Before she left, she passed me her name card and told me that if anyone tried to bully me, do not hesitate to call her immediately. It made me realise that no matter where we are, Malaysians will always be there for each other”.

– Humans of Kuala Lumpur

Photostory by Kelvin Mah
Edited by Mushamir Mustafa

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(This post was first published on January 6th 2019)