Yes. I was back to my hometown. As usual, when I am back to my hometown, I would wake up early in the morning so that I could make it to meet my sista in primary school during recess time. Yesterday while I was waiting for sista, I saw 3 Malay boys walking towards the canteen, speaking Mandarin with each other. To make sure, I try to peep at their name tags. And Yes, they are indeed Malays. Later on, 2 Chinese boys join them and they communicate in Mandarin.
I was ashamed. I meant indeed. With the maturity of 23, I am still looking things around me with colours under the influence of One Malaysia. The boys in the school, who don't really understand the meaning of One Malaysia, show me what a real One Malaysia means. They are always colour blind, it's the adult that teach them how to differentiate the colours.
A simple thing happened around that could give us a lesson. We should proud that our nation has multi-races living under one roof.
I was ashamed. I meant indeed. With the maturity of 23, I am still looking things around me with colours under the influence of One Malaysia. The boys in the school, who don't really understand the meaning of One Malaysia, show me what a real One Malaysia means. They are always colour blind, it's the adult that teach them how to differentiate the colours.
A simple thing happened around that could give us a lesson. We should proud that our nation has multi-races living under one roof.