The
Holy Month of Ramadhan
One of the most awaited celebrations has finally arrived. Hari Raya
Aidilfitri. Hari Raya is celebrated after 30 days of fasting. Hari Raya is
indeed a joyous and colourful event. I enjoyed my Raya very much, since it’s
only once a year that I get to sit down with all my cousins and play cards till
4am in the morning! Not forgetting my grandmother’s tasty cooking! But
after all the lemang and ketupat settled down in my stomach, I sit down
and think for awhile, this year’s Ramadhan’s month has changed me a lot. The
holy month of Ramadhan has opened my eyes to more corners of life. The holy
month has also taught me to appreciate and be thankful of what god has blessed
me with.
I started off the Ramadhan month still schooling, however since all
examinations were over, the school organized trips to a dyslexic home and a Down
syndrome home. Usually on trips like these, it’s used as an excuse by students
(including me) to go out of school and just have fun. The word fun was sitting
on the back of my head on the way there. But when I arrived there, my perception
slowly changed. At the Down syndrome home, my perception immediately changed
when I went upstairs to usher the kids down. All the kids were very excited to
see so many children there to play with them. All the kids were excited, except
one. One of the care takers gave me this little boy’s hand and told me to take
him down. He had such a gloomy look on his face and hesitated to go down and
join everyone else. When I finally got him to join the rest of the group, it
wasn’t long till I realized that this boy couldn’t talk!. At that moment I
was clueless on how to communicate with him since he couldn’t talk and
didn’t seem to show much interest in the activities going on. But when we were
sitting down, he immediately fell in to my arms and didn’t want to let go. I
tried to communicate with him as much as possible and tried getting him involved
with the activities going on. Finally he showed me a small smile. I was so happy
to see this boy happy and although he couldn’t talk but I could tell that he
enjoyed the activity for the day. At that moment, I realized how lucky I was to
be completely normal and able to talk. I never really taught on how a disability
could affect a person and now I know that people with disabilities should never
be separated from the rest and should be treated normally, they are humans to.
Today, weeks after the trip, I’ve stop complaining on the way I look as im now
perfectly happy with the way I look and the way I am, and I think everybody
should to.
My journey of realization didn’t stop there, once the school holidays
started, I took up a part time waitress job at Holiday Villa Hotel together with
12 other ya’s and friends. I only worked there for 8 days, but during those 8
days, I learnt a whole lot. First off, I learnt how to set tables, fold napkins
and wipe cutlery. But as I worked more I learnt that the word ‘thank you’
goes a long way. Throughout my working days as a waitress, every time a customer
said thank you or just gave a smile, I felt that my work was being appreciated
by the customers. When you’re walking in and out of a hot and stuffy kitchen
carrying about 3 kg on your hands, just a simple thank you can motivate you to
do more work. Now, im trying my best to never slip from saying thank you to
people even if its just for getting me a glass of water. Besides that, my
waitress experience has also taught me the value for money. I realized how hard
my parents have to work to earn income to support my family. I now know that
every ringgit counts and that money shouldn’t just be wasted on unimportant
things in life. As long as I have food to eat, clothes on my back and a house to
live in, im happy. Everyday, for 8 days that I worked in Holiday Villa, I see
food get wasted in front of my own eyes. Good food just thrown away and wasted
so badly. Firstly, the customers who take so much food and don’t even finish
it. How greedy can they be? Secondly, after every buffet all the left overs are
just thrown away. Untouched food on the buffet line isn’t even allowed to be
given to staff to enjoy. All round the world people are suffering from poverty,
and here, we are just wasting them. I really hope that some of those food can be
packed up and donated to a charitable home, or to the homeless people.
My working days in Holiday Villa was cut short when I was chosen to
represent Malaysia in a children’s forum in Korea. I was so excited and did a
lot of preparations with the Malaysian Team. In Korea, I met many new friends
and many new people. However, throughout the forum, I heard youths from Japan,
Korea and China talking about child participation in their countries and all the
arising issues, and compared to Malayisa, we are so well advanced in child
participation and NPA progress. Before I came to the forum, I taught that
Malaysia didn’t have enough activities and facilities for children, but after
hearing what other youths had to say about their country, I felt so proud and
glad to be a Malaysian. The forum pointed out to me so clearly that Malaysia is
doing so much for us children, and that we should not complain so much but try
to appreciate it as other youths are just wishing to have a system like us. The
government and many NGO’s are really devoted and willing to help us children
develop and I’ve finally seen how much effort has been put in. Because the
Malaysian Government has willingly given me, a child, rights, I have realized
that I must show responsibility towards my rights and help my country develop
through it. After attending this forum, I have learn to really appreciate and be
thankful for all the freedom of
speech that I get in Malaysia and how much efforts are put in to develop a
better generation.
After a 5 day official trip to Korea, I return to Kuala Lumpur. I was
glad to be back home. However something was missing. Owh yes! My maid. My maid
recently went back to her homeland to celebrate the Raya festive. Thus, all the
house work and chores has to be shared amongst my siblings and I. After a day of
non stop cleaning and clearing clothes, I already started to miss my maid. All
the hard work and tiring chores non stop was killing me. How do all these maids
survive? I never knew that being a maid was so tiring! That made me swear that
once my maid gets back I will try my best to make her working days less tiring
by being independent and doing certain chores my self. I really salute my maid
as all the work that she goes through each day is really hand full. I am really
thankful that my parents can afford to have a maid around the house
Raya is now over and Ramadhan month has passed. The fasting month of 2003 has really opened my eyes a lot. Now, when I hear my younger cousins, comparing their amount of ‘duit’ raya, I don’t bother anymore because I know im already lucky just to receive some. It isn’t easy for an individual to realize the value of appreciation. But im sure glad I have.
Marisha
Naz
December
2003