‘Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.’ – Maya Angelou (1928-2014). She was an acclaimed American author, poet, and civil rights activist. She is best known for her series of autobiographies, which explore themes of identity, racism, family,
The provisions concerning constitutional amendments in Malaysia underscore specific considerations for the states of Sabah and Sarawak, particularly regarding their unique status and rights under the Malaysia Agreement 1963. Special Interests: When a proposed constitutional change impacts the distinct rights, borders, or privileges of Sabah and Sarawak as outlined in
‘To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.’ – Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882). He was an American philosopher, essayist, and poet, best known as a central figure in the transcendentalist movement. He emphasised individualism, self-reliance, and the inherent goodness
In the late 1950s, when I was of preschool age but was not in school — because there was no preschool in our remote rural village — a ruffled, long-haired man frequently passed by our farmhouse. My family’s paddy farm was several miles from our village at the foot of
Outwardly, Tukau seemed like an ordinary man. He was thoughtful, kind, and helpful — just as normal as anyone else in our village. But he had one remarkable difference: he dreamt more vividly than others. In the late 1950s, when I was of preschool age, I often heard him sharing
IN the early 1960s, down in our little village at the foot of a grand old mountain, Mount Sadung in Serian District, about forty miles from Kuching, lived an eccentric fellow named Beh Rud. Now, it isn’t too odd to have a rowboat, mind you, but having one far from
‘Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.’ – Helen Keller (1880–1968). She was an American author, activist, and lecturer who became the first deaf-blind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree. In the 1950s and ’60s, in our village — a little slice of
I still remember a wandering petty trader who graced our farming community during my childhood in the 1950s and early 1960s. Seemingly without a permanent home, he traversed the landscape, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a yearning for new experiences. The joy lay in the journey rather than in
Our Neighbours in the 1960s In the early 1960s, about half a mile — roughly the length of eight football fields — from our paddy farm, lived a reclusive family. Like us, they remained on their farm from September to March, the farming season. When the season ended, most families,
I’m writing this in memory of a childhood friend whose distinct habit made a lasting impression on me. Growing up in our village in the 1960s and early 1970s, he had the habit of letting out a slow, tremulous sigh that echoed with the pain of unspoken sorrow, followed by
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