Title : Roots
That Bind Us
Author : Noor
Jahan & Friends
Publisher : Lovely
Tinta Services, 2020
No. of Pages :
138
REVIEW 41/2020.
Noor Jahan is
one of the participants at the translation course that I went to, back in 2018.
I was ecstatic when I learned that she had published an English anthology
earlier this year and she was so active in promoting it herself! But it was
only until recently that I had the opportunity to purchase it, directly from
her. In addition, I got her autograph!
I also love the feel of the cover. It is silky smooth and the design is artistic and simple, yet it says out loud what this book is about. Unlike other flapped covers, this book has only one flap in the front cover, that listed the names of the authors and the titles of their stories.
Roots That Bind Us is a book of everyday Malaysians, 13 of them including Noor Jahan, reminiscing their ancestors and their childhood days. Some of the stories dated back to the ‘50s. I could also relate to some of the stories, which shows that we as Malaysians, do have some things in common.
Noor Jahan herself took us back to her childhood days living with her mixed parents of Indian-Muslim father and mother of Baba-Nyonya descendant, who was adopted by a Malay family. Her special memory was about how they had mutton meals every Friday, cooked by her father. The mutton was specially ordered from Masjid Tanah in Melaka and brought to their house in Kuala Sungai Baru, which was about 10km away, by a taxi driver.
Yo Lim told his story of how his parents came from mainland China and resided in Jerantut, in the 1950s. Siti Zuhrah told the story of her grandfather and his life during the Japanese invasion as well as the British administration. Her story reminded me of the time when I was living with my grandparents.
Aida Abd. Razak, whose story was beautifully written, was about her mother who were among the few fortunate ones to have had the opportunity to go to England to study teaching. This was also in the setting of 1955. Her story brought tears to my eyes not once, but thrice i.e. when her mother departed from Malaya, when they sang the National Anthem in England to celebrate the Independence of Malaya in 1957, and when they were coming home after more than two years living abroad.
Aini Ab. Rahim, who is also a descendant from India, told of her great grandfather who was made the Imam Besar of the State Mosque in Kedah and also of how she was sent to a Convent school, without fear of being converted to Christianity. Muhammad Zarif, on the other hand, told of how his father was mistakenly brought from India to Malaya by his grand uncle. Meeta Chalal wrote about her childhood in Parit Buntar, Perak. This reminded me of the time when I would frequent my aunt’s house in Bandar Baharu, which is across the river from Parit Buntar. I have also heard of the tragedy involving a ferry which was crossing the river after a downpour and killed over 20 school children, back in the 70s, which was mentioned by Meeta in her story.
Catherine Paul, Heidi Hadi and Sarala Devi told their sides of the story about their childhood days playing with multi-racial friends. Among the games in the old days were skipping, hopscotch, seven stones and rubber band jumping. They were even able to go in and out of each other’s house regardless of their religion and racial backgrounds. Which also reminded me of my childhood in Sungai Bakap, where my parental grandparents lived. We did play in our Chinese neighbour’s house every time we went back. We even played in the Chinese temple which was situated in adjacent to the neighbourhood.
Clement CK Low, however, shared his story of being a teacher in a Chinese School Nenasi, where the students were partly Chinese, Malay and Orang Asli. What’s special was that the school was situated near a beach and it became the students’ playground, as much as the teachers. Grace Dingin, was of the Bidayuh tribe. She collected the story of her parents and siblings, and their lives in the jungle, living a carefree and happy life.
The most colourful story would be that of Vera Joan Dingle. Her background was so colourful that I had to write her family tree on paper in order to get the connections. She called herself a Chin Ka Dian, short for the mix of Chinese, Kadazan and Indian. Her maternal grandfather got married three times before marrying her grandmother and another three times after her grandmother died, that she has lots of aunts and uncles as well as cousins. Her parents-in-law were no less colourful. Her father in-law was a Tamil Melaka Chitty and her mother-in-law was a Chinese who was brought up by an Indian family.
Most of these stories opened my mind to what the “Other” racial status was all about. It would be easy to identify if your father is a Malay and mother is also a Malay, or if your mother and father are both Chinese, or if your mother and father are both Indian. But some of these stories are unique in the sense that they reflect what Malaysia is all about – the unity of multi-racial, multi-cultural and of different family backgrounds – and regardless of who you are or who your ancestors were, we are all Malaysians in spirit, in heart and in mind.
I couldn’t agree
with them more, when they wrote that in the old days, we had no barriers
towards living together in harmony up to the extent that we could go in and out
of each other’s house without worry that we would be converted in the other’s
religion. Aini Ab Rahim also wrote that when she went to the Convent school,
she learned everything that was being taught and those did not make her less a
Muslim. And I could relate very much to this because I went to a Methodist
school myself.
To me, life in the old days were simpler, happier and more harmonious, and there was lesser prejudice. Kudos to Noor Jahan and friends for coming out with this book! I hope there will be more of this kind of book being published.
For the nature that this is also a light reading for me, I rate this book with a FOUR ππππstar.