I don’t think anyone will ever be able to fully comprehend the extent of intergenerational trauma that is being created right now as we speak. This will be a stain on the history of humanity forever.
I was deeply saddened to learn of the passing of Royal Laureate Professor Tan Sri Syed Muhammad Naquib al-Attas. He was, by any measure, one of the greatest minds of our age, a philosopher who asked not just what we know, but what knowledge is for. Through his voluminous and seminal works including “Islam and Secularism” and his magnum opus “Prolegomena to the Metaphysics of Islam,” he challenged the secularisation of knowledge and set out the intellectual foundations of an Islamic worldview. Malaysia heard him. The Muslim world heard him.
He leaves us on the 18th of Ramadan, at the age of 95. That is a life well lived and a departure well earned.
On behalf of the Government and people of Malaysia, I extend my deepest condolences to his family and to all who sat at his feet. May Allah grant him His mercy and the highest station among the righteous. Al-Fatihah.
ANWAR IBRAHIM
keep coming back to this image and you can tell he’s so loved like someone chose those clothes and those shoes and packed his bag and gave him his bottle and kissed him goodbye and fixed his glasses and he was so cherished but the world is so cruel im so crushed
No one knows you. No one has a story about who you are. No one is waiting for you to be the person you were yesterday. You're just a stranger in a chair by the window, watching a city that doesn't need anything from you.
It's the feeling that anything could happen. That the world is bigger than the walls you built around yourself back home. That the life you've been living is just one version of a life, and there are others, and they're not as far away as you thought.
At home, you're fixed. Known. You fit into a shape that other people recognize, and after a while, you forget you're even in a shape at all. But here, alone, somewhere new, the shape dissolves. You could be anyone. You could be more of yourself than you've ever been. No one is watching to see if you stay consistent.
Sometimes I think my brother is our own kind of Forrest Gump. He was born breech, his delivery was sort of delayed and that caused him developmental problems. Slow learner they said. Stuttering badly. Always lost in his own world. Got bullied physically and mentally at school despite our father was a teacher at the school.
On his 10th attempt of repeating SPM, he told mum it could be his last attempt. On multiple occasions, he cried.
That led him to another two attempt of STPM. Led him to successfully graduated with a degree. Then another with DPLI. Meanwhile, he did oddjobs; being a guard at the hospital, schools, old folks home and helping our father at the paddy field.
On the day of his interview, he was asked about his OKU card at the end of the session. He admitted having it for being a slow learner; OKU pembelajaran. The moment he stepped out of the interview room, he went to our mother, and cried, probably out of relief, or from feeling like he was near the end of his long fight. And today is the day he is officially a teacher at a school. And he’s starting his life fresh and anew, at the age of 37.
He is still him, the older brother I’ve known since we were small. Still being as he is, just like how Forrest Gump was at the end of the movie. Still him, but he created history through perseverance and grit, straight from his own life.
It’s true that he received great support from our mother, father and all of us siblings. But one fact in life is that you can’t help a person if the person doesn’t want to be helped, even if the whole world lends a hand. But in this case, he helped himself, hence he got helped.
All the best to this new chapter, this new endeavour at the new place. We will always be there for him, through and through, as long as he is through and through with himself, as he always has been.
All the best Ed! Kijo molek!
I found this incredible Instagram account last week — a collection of photos featuring Palestine and National Geographic since 1909. Every photo is beautiful and tells its own story. Fuck you very much Israel.
The flotilla carries nothing but hope — food, medicine, and aid for the suffering people of Gaza; let them sail freely, for humanity must not be blocked at the shore.
Remember these names. They are Malaysians who have given their all for the Global Sumud Flotilla mission. Pray that they reach their destination safely for Gaza, for HUMANITY.
THREAD 🧵
#OnThisDay 25 years ago, Israeli forces shot and killed 12-year-old Palestinian boy Muhammad al-Durrah in Gaza as his father tried to shield him from bullets.
The moment shook the world and turned al-Durrah into a symbol of the second Palestinian Intifada ⤵️
Countries whose people have donated so far that I’ve counted:
Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, Philippines, Brunei, Vietnam, UK, Australia, New Zealand, USA, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, China, France, Germany, Vatican City and Brazil. LETS GOOOO
Guys I just found out that you can support indonesian grab riders who are still out on the streets because grab allows you to make deliveries in other SE Asian countries?? OKAYYYY
This morning, Apple Map's Transit layer has dropped in Malaysia
Transit on Apple Maps has always been highly praised for its design & detail wherever its released, and here are some of my favourite parts for the Malaysian release, and what could be improved in a hyperfocus look:
Not my husband crying for 20 minutes straight after watching this video. Dah la on mother’s day, dia kata gajah ni haiwan yang bijak, tak tahu apa yang mak gajah tu rasa and fikir sepanjang tunggu anak dia kat situ 🥹🥲
The love of a mother in any form, truly knows no bounds.