Thursday, August 12, 2010

Ramadan and my children

Both my son and daughter left their drinking bottles at the dining table when I took them to school yesterday morning. I was puzzled. They are not the forgetful type, well, my son can be a bit of an absent-minded professor.

Later in the day my wife asked my daughter how she could have forgotten the drinking bottle. She replied that she did not want to have a drink in school during Ramadan, or eat.

I, later, recalled that the children were doing that even in their primary school days. It was different, then. Their Muslim classmates would tell them that it was unfair to eat and drink in their presence when they, the Muslim classmates, could do neither.

Now, in their teens, my children's decision to fast during Ramadan is more of an act of solidarity with their Muslim classmates.

Needless to say, my children attend an SMK and, have lots of Muslim friends.

Mind you, my son actually fasts until the time for buka puasa! He's obviously an interesting fellow. Very introspective. At 15, he's curious about the different faiths and beliefs in our great Malaysia. I'm lending him a book on it.

As my Muslim friends often reminded me over the years, Ramadan is a time for reflection. It would appear that this period of mindfulness has rubbed off on my children.

Much as many Malaysian parents believe that SKs and SMKs have declined in quality, I am having absolutely no regrets in having my children attend a mainstream school just as my wife and I did in our time.

Their lives are so much richer and varied and, their understanding of the different Malaysian communities is very much deeper than it would have been otherwise. They are, I am proud to say, becoming the true Malaysians that my wife and I had hoped that they would become.

On the matter of the perceived quality of SK and SMK education, I must say that some of the teachers I had in my time in school were rather dodgier than the teachers in the school that my children attend.

Mr George was way past his teaching prime when he taught us Physics. During the Physics class he would spend 5 mumbling some inanities about Newton's Laws of Motion and them slink away to his room to read the Business Times. It was Napolean, the lab assistant that got us through. I had to take tuition.

Certainly, the syllabus has gotten better, I feel, when compared to my time in school. That said, the amount of new Bahasa nomenclature that is churned out by Dewan Bahasa is stumping even my older Malay friends!

It is amusing to note that when the simplified Pinyin Mandarin came about a few decades ago, the Mandarin-literate older folks were equally stumped.

I imagine that, even more monumental was the South Korean shift from the classic text to Hangul, which is, I understand from my Korea-pop-crazy daughter, a phonetics-based script.

If we become more aware of the context of things, we will be less emotional and paranoid. Times change and we just have to adapt.

Granted that there is incompetence here and there. But, as I said, if we trouble ourselves to recall our own past, we cannot deny that there were some major nincompoops during our time. So, how is it different now?

So, I suggest that we dial it down. Take some time out to understand the context of issues before just sending out rants.

Malaysia is like a beautiful diamond prism that produces many different colours depending on the direction of the light that we hold it to.

Malaysia is not a football that is to be kicked around with.

14 comments:

LevelPlayingFieldMalay said...

Great post.....
Im not going to race politicize this..but the example you have given about your kids is an extreme example.

We all do not expect every children of non Muslim parents would emulate your kids but the intention and noble heart they have is what we're waiting to shine through for the rest of their life. The natural process of mutual respect and along the way the adopting of true Malaysian way of life will make politicians and politics redundant. Fairness, meritocracy,1 Malaysia etc will come naturally after that. I do not believe in forcing the heart to accept by way of wining election and creating new policy and regulation and make believe we love each other because the tag line says so. Love comes naturally.

Thank you.

lan said...

Its amazing how kids can respect one another regardless of race and faith. The elderly should learn this piece from their children, and only then we malaysians can live in harmony & peace

lan said...

on another note, Ramadhan Kareem to fellow Muslims. May this month of obedience makes one nearer to the Creator

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satD said...

Hugs from Tanah Seberang bro..

coming home for raya ..u need anything from here

de minimis said...

bro satD

The only thing I need is sembang borak time with you over teh tarik at the nearest warung :D

satD said...

wat size r u n walla...

wanna get u both batik shirts

de minimis said...

Bro satD

Rasa malu nak cakap pasal saiz kat comments column *blush*

walla said...

ah! satd! hope to see you soon too!

oops, now i forget what i wanted to comment in this post...sigh ;)

satD said...

hehehe.....let take this offline...

satD said...

definitely bro walla...

c u folks soon

Retrogina said...

Your post sounds like a Yasmin Ahmad commercial. Warm & fuzzy inside.

msleepyhead said...

dm,

Saw this through remgold (OpEd) -

http://mygeographyworld.blogspot.com/

The level of exposure to global issues parallels what is taught in GCSE syllabus in int'l schools here.

How do our schools fare?

Back in the day, I recall geography being about memorizing climate, places, land types -steppes, desert, etc.

zaim said...

hehe. i respect your kids. and a higher respects towards the parents of course. Thanks for the wishes for this Holy Month Of Ramadhan.
I somehow believe unity and understanding is possible if we all tolerate one another.
Peace