Stories from Mecca Part Two
I don’t quite remember how many times Father went on the pilgrimage, one of which he also made the pilgrimage on behalf of someone who could not make it or had past away. I am not sure which applies. Was it twice or thrice?
Mother did spend more than 6 months there once, though Mother went for her first pilgrimage with Father. She had friends or rather she had Mak Aji’s relatives to count on. They provided for her stay, I believed. Some of you(this refers to schoolmates and playmates from my hometown only) might have remembered this particular Mak Aji. She was from Kokdiang but originates from Pattani. She would go around our little government quarters neighbourhood, especially to Mak Nah’s and Pak Sujak’s house to give her classes. I would usually be dragged along rather than tag along.
It was easier for a woman to be in Mecca without any proper papers because women usually will be covered from head to toe in a purdah so the authorities can’t really see who or what nationality is under it, unlike a man whose origins can be seen a mile away. But father was there too when some terrorist storm the Great Mosque of Al Haram back then. Luckily he wasn’t there when there was that great tunnel stampede. I shudder to imagine us, angst filled, waiting for news.
While making arrangements for a visa and passport before my trip I went through some unexpected moments. Mind you all these arrangements were made only a couple of days before departure.
Siti Hasnah is my eldest sister. It is because of her that took me to Mecca. My niece, Siti Sakinah, Siti Hasnah's daugther, who studied in Mecca was expecting. She got married mid term of her studies in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and came back to be married in AU2A. Ampang Ulu Klang section 2A to the uninitiated. Somewhere between Dato Keramat and Ukay Heights. Nearby is the Texas Instruments factory. Well, she came back, got married and returned to Saudi Arabia to continue her studies.
Her apartment was very close to her university which was only a couple of blocks away and just across the road. Nestled at the end of a quaint little alley the apartment is on the ground floor. Well, not only her home but a few others more above hers. The alley which is two cars wide is not tarred. I remember that. Its not really sandy like a beach but the ground is quite firm but grainy.
As soon as I made the confirmation that I am ready to join her, she took me to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia Embassy. There were no one else available! It has to be me.
At the embassy there was this very sexy Malay lady, in a lacy Kebaya, you can see right through and know what brand her brassieres were not to mention its size. They were the half cup type with her breast fighting for space outside her dress. I look at sis, and she just winks at me. Ok, I’ll keep my big mouth shut this time. I found out that this lady is a secretary to the man in charge of visas. She must be in her early forties or a bit younger. Definitely she is older than me, with her Sharifah Aini plumage but what the heck! The cleavage. Va va voom. Ha ha ha.
Our papers were prepared right away. She knows my sister, it seems or my sister knows her or knows someone who knows someone who knows her. I only had one look at her before she disappeared into that bloody Arab bugger’s office. He’s dressed in that white pious looking uniform of the Arabs with his headgear of red checquered Gadaffi shawl draped over it.
Well some Arabs believed that if one tawafs a few times around the cube, all sins are absolved. I’ll get to that story another day. Tawaf, circumambulate, to go around the Kaabah seven times..
Next after Siti Hasnah is Mohamed Sheriff. He is my oldest brother though he is the third in line. There was another sister in between them, Siti Sakinah whose name Siti Hasnah picked for her first born who is also the one we will be visiting in a couple of days. So off we went, my brother and I. It was to the immigration department headquarters at the Sultan Abdul Samad building in Shah Alam. Did I get the name right? Never mind. There we met a senior officer who filled the forms for me. Name please. I handed him my IC. Occupation? I told him that I am self employed. Manager, he filled in the blanks. That gave me something to smile about.
After all it was quite hectic. My sons were only 4 and 2 years old. I am about to leave them for a far away country for my sister’s sake but they make it out like they were doing me a favour. I had just started a business in Klang. At the Great Wall supermarket building cum bus station. The shop on the ground floor facing the junction belonged to my wife’s cousin. He was into souveniers and I fall into his plans perfectly. And here I am about to abandon it to go to Saudi Arabia.
A few minutes later the officer handed me a dark brown covered passport marked Emergency Passport Malaysia. He must be my brother’s tennis partner or something. It all took us only a few minutes but the man in the photograph in that passport sure looked dashing. Wonder where the other ones were.
Mother was there. Father too. Step mum also. My boys and the whole of my wife’s family including her grandma were there at the old Subang International Airport. I did not have one grand mama since I was four. But one grand dad who was more occupied doting Datok K in Sungai Petani. Ha ha ha. Grand dad from my father’s side passed away when I was in primary school. I remember my father cried when the local constabulary brought him the news at our government quarters home one night. I think that was the only time I saw his tears.
Some passengers were already in their ihram. But I chose to change in flight mid journey.
I was handed a camera. It was my brother in law, Lieutenant Colonel Meor Omar Baki. He later became full Colonel and heads the payroll department of the whole of the royal armed forces. UGAT. Urusan Gaji Angkatan Tentera. We took photographs, farewell photographs. They were destine to not see the light of day that night. More of that later in another story.
My wife still would not let me kiss her in public (err,, it's my ex wife now). But I kissed her mother’s forehead, shook her father’s hands then hugged my boys, toddlers still. I took both of them into my arms. I still carried them into the house even when they were in primary school. Whenever we return late after an outing. Then it was through the gates for us.
That was the first time I was flying. Words of advice up to my nose ringing in my ears, circling in my head. Remember to do this or that. Say that prayer. Don't forget this or that. I had 240 riyals on me. Courtesy of my Sheriff. He gave me six hundred ringgits but told me to hand over four hundred to my wife. First thing I spent it on were a couple of cartons of Marlboro Lights, in-flight. They didn’t have Benson and Hedges on Saudi Air.
The plane was barely filled. only a handful of passengers. And the seats were larger it seems. My sister told me that. At the back end were a couple of boys visiting their parents for christmas. Now its all coming back to me.
We’ll meet again some time soon.
Ass saa laa mmuu aa laik komm
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A dive spot.
The following is an article by Mr Peter Collings who made a dive after the sinking of the Salem Express, that ill fated ferry, of which,the two malaysians student were on board.
On December 15th 1991, one of the greatest maritime disasters of recent times occurred a few miles from the Port of Safaga on Hyndman Reef.
The 100 mtrs (328 ft) long passenger ferry, Salem Express was returning with her decks crowded with pilgrims from Mecca. Official numbers quote 690 passengers but there are reports that as many as 1600 people were on board.
The ship struck the reef, ripping a great hole in the forward section of the hull. The sudden in rush of water caused the stern doors to burst open - allowing more water to enter the already stricken ship. Within 10 minutes she rolled over onto her starboard side and sank in 30 mtrs (99 ft) of water. Only 180 survived.Built in 1964 at La Seyne in France, the vessel had sailed under the names of Fred Scamaroni, Nuits St. Georges, Lord Sinai and Al Tara.
I first visited the wreck shortly after the sinking. The images of personal belongings; open suitcases, radio/cassette players and indeed the un-used lifeboats were a poignant reminder of this tragedy. I never returned, never included the wreck in my itinerary, until July of 2001, almost 10 years after the sinking.
The wreck lies on her starboard side at the base of the reef, with the deepest part in 30 mtrs (99 ft), her port side in only 10 mtrs. Both props can be seen, the deeper being covered in a carpet of soft corals, a stark contrast to the port propeller. She is virtually intact and even her lifeboats still sit upright on the seabed. There are two large funnels embossed with the letter S and Laurel leaves on both sides.
The bow door is a ghostly sight fully open, but with the ramp still in place, preventing any access at this point.
The promenade decks still bear seats; facing towards the surface and the seabed, another reminder that this was a passenger vessel. The bridge is easily accessible and still has her instrument panels in place. It would seem that the trophy hunters have left her alone - for now.
Marine life on the wreck is very sparse, although reef fishes such as lionfish, surgeons and masked butterfly fish can be seen, adding just a hint of colour to an otherwise depressing wreck.
Many of the guests on this visit had mixed feelings about diving this wreck - some simply would not dive her, others left their cameras behind and none would penetrate the wreck. After the dive there was a very solemn mood on the dive deck, not the usual "après dive banter" one would expect.
There are various view points as to whether this wreck should be dived at all. It is a part of maritime history, and can be dived with no more disrespect than walking through a graveyard. The Egyptian authorities have not prevented safari boats visiting the wreck - it has been left to individual skippers to make the final decision.
by Peter Collings
On December 15th 1991, one of the greatest maritime disasters of recent times occurred a few miles from the Port of Safaga on Hyndman Reef.
The 100 mtrs (328 ft) long passenger ferry, Salem Express was returning with her decks crowded with pilgrims from Mecca. Official numbers quote 690 passengers but there are reports that as many as 1600 people were on board.
The ship struck the reef, ripping a great hole in the forward section of the hull. The sudden in rush of water caused the stern doors to burst open - allowing more water to enter the already stricken ship. Within 10 minutes she rolled over onto her starboard side and sank in 30 mtrs (99 ft) of water. Only 180 survived.Built in 1964 at La Seyne in France, the vessel had sailed under the names of Fred Scamaroni, Nuits St. Georges, Lord Sinai and Al Tara.
I first visited the wreck shortly after the sinking. The images of personal belongings; open suitcases, radio/cassette players and indeed the un-used lifeboats were a poignant reminder of this tragedy. I never returned, never included the wreck in my itinerary, until July of 2001, almost 10 years after the sinking.
The wreck lies on her starboard side at the base of the reef, with the deepest part in 30 mtrs (99 ft), her port side in only 10 mtrs. Both props can be seen, the deeper being covered in a carpet of soft corals, a stark contrast to the port propeller. She is virtually intact and even her lifeboats still sit upright on the seabed. There are two large funnels embossed with the letter S and Laurel leaves on both sides.
The bow door is a ghostly sight fully open, but with the ramp still in place, preventing any access at this point.
The promenade decks still bear seats; facing towards the surface and the seabed, another reminder that this was a passenger vessel. The bridge is easily accessible and still has her instrument panels in place. It would seem that the trophy hunters have left her alone - for now.
Marine life on the wreck is very sparse, although reef fishes such as lionfish, surgeons and masked butterfly fish can be seen, adding just a hint of colour to an otherwise depressing wreck.
Many of the guests on this visit had mixed feelings about diving this wreck - some simply would not dive her, others left their cameras behind and none would penetrate the wreck. After the dive there was a very solemn mood on the dive deck, not the usual "après dive banter" one would expect.
There are various view points as to whether this wreck should be dived at all. It is a part of maritime history, and can be dived with no more disrespect than walking through a graveyard. The Egyptian authorities have not prevented safari boats visiting the wreck - it has been left to individual skippers to make the final decision.
by Peter Collings
Stories From Mecca Part 1
It was hot. Really hot. And there is only a wall fan to relieve us from our miseries. This, in KL. At the bengkel. Not Mecca.
I stepped out and walk towards the other end of the blue roofed building that houses our little industries. Next to our glass art workshop is the batik specialist cum computer geek cum designer and cum ex lecturer. Then there is the ceramics workshop, a seamstress, an office masquerading as a craft workshop belonging to a Haji Yusof. Then there is Chekgu Shamsuddin, an artist cum art lecturer in UIA, another batik artist who's not been seen the past few months. Two carpenters' workshop. Then its the old cobbler who fancies himself an artist. At least he trying. But I know, he's just mimicking other peoples' work. Like I said, at least he tried, unlike me. Sad, ain't it? Wonder why.
I don't understand why, these people who have known me for years and years and yet they did'nt even know my real name. Their preferance is to guess, listening to what others called me. Know what they called me around here? Berhajat! Serious. There is a story `bout that but that is not today's story. Along with the old cobbler is a young man, a religous scholar. I think he is a master of Islamic calligraphy, KHAT. Then an idea strikes. What if...
I ask him to write my name in KHAT style, any school. He wrote in two schools of writing KHAT. They were beautiful but, I left them at the bengkel and could not scan and upload them for you all to see. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow. His name is Hamka. Great name isn't it even if its actually an acronym. He wrote and I talked.
I remember of the time I was there. "Where?", he asked. Oh, there. Not wanting to brag. I pointed to a picture of the KAABAH. "You were there?". Yes but only because, I dragged to answer completely. "You should be thankful you were there," said Hamka. Then I asked what his age is. Hmm, that means you were only eleven when I went to Makkah . "How lucky of you. I have never been overseas. I've only been to Sabah. It's overseas, but not abroad in the real sense", he sighed.
Sea, yes, the sea.
I told him of the two malaysian students from Al Azhar whom I met in Mecca. Young. Younger than him of course. I told him, of how the young men would spend their time reciting the quran through memory everyday, to each other, in the HARAM. One would recite and the other would review. And vice versa. I met them a few days before their departure date. They had already booked tickets for the trip back to Egypt. Via the Red Sea.
The Red Sea. The sea. Sigh.
I had my brother's-in-law camera with me all the time I was in Mecca. I took photos everywhere I went and got into trouble too with it, but that too is another story.
Usually we will after asar prayers and go for a meal if they are not fasting on that particular day. Or just pick up a take-away to be eaten back in their hotel room if they are fasting. Their hotel was only about 5 minutes walk away from the HARAM. The bathroom is outside their room but its airconditioned and there's a mini fridge provided, but you have to fill it yourself with your own refreshments. There is no bed but only mattreses and a carpet to cover the marbled floor. There is no window . I took a few photographs of us in their "hotel". Even had the hotel caretaker take a photo of all three of us. Hmmm. Never mind. I'd disregard that belief. We adjourned to a shayee stall if they are not fasting, otherwise we'll just wait till Mahgrib . Maybe its spelt differently but shayee is tea in arabic. :)
The first time I tried to order tea in Mecca was a dilemma. It was on the first morning in Mecca. I don't know what tea is called in arabic. I had to search the walls for a tea advertisement. I was quite sure that there must be at least one ad and sure enough there was one poster. A Lipton ad, and I pointed to it which made the Indian and Bangladeshi staff to laugh gleefully. Ohhhohoho, shayee, shayeee.
It was so long ago, 1991/92 I cannot even remember their names but I remember where they were from. One was from Sabak Bernam, he has a dark complexion and wore glasses, the other fair and pleasant, was closer to home. He was from Kampung Medan in PJ. Sabak Bernam was the serious one, Kg Medan more easy going. Perhaps its because KM's more cosmopolitant? The other ulu? LOL. Naughty me. I beg your pardon.
Soon the the day came. "We need transport tomorrow morning. The ferry sails tomorrow. We cannot afford to miss it. We'll have to leave after Suboh. Can you arrange a taxi for us?" KM asked. Well, coincidentally, I happened to have met a Pattanian who drives a taxi. Well, I'm the type who like to meet and trust strangers. LOL. Hey, this is Mecca. I don't expect people to lie or cheat here. I met him somewhere but at the moment, I just could not recall how or where we met, but luckily I took his phone number.
After Suboh the next morning, the Pattani came to me first, and we proceeded to pick up the two young men. Since all three of us has only been around the HARAM the whole time we were in Mecca, the driver took us sight seeing on the outskirts, actually on the trails of the Haj pilgrims but we can only drive thru. There's no question of walking around the historical and religous sites.
So we dashed over to Arafah, past Jabal whats-its-name where ADAM met EVE after being separated for so long. It was said that the reason womens' buttocks are cold was that Eve only sat and waited for Adam to come and find her. :) we drove past the mountain, actually a hill where Gua HIRRAQ is located and also the three devils. It was already built up to a couple of levels even then. It was not Haj season so the place was quite empty that morning. From there we headed straight to Jeddah after that.
It's quite funny how Arabs erected monuments decorating the streets. Just about every circus/roundabout in Jeddah have a monument or decoration. But these monuments cannot resemble any living thing. So they make giant pots, teapots and guess what else? I don't know if it was specially built or if they were actually ship wrecks! They put tug boats and fishing boats as monuments and decorations. :)
At least now that we are in Jeddah, we were comfortable with the knowledge that we still have some time on our hands. We went to dip our feet in the RED SEA!!!! Yea...!! Hantu air sampai ke sudah. LOL That's me. It was my idea anyway. There is not going to be a 2nd chance anyway. There was a quaint little mosque on the edge of the beach, waves actually lapping its foundations. Over here, the seaweeds were right up there on the waters edge. There was also a young arab family frolicking on the beach. I presume they were arabs because the lady was in full purdah, head to toe in black, even. Then it was time to go. We headed for the ferry terminal.
At the terminal, we found the gates closed. No entry except for tickets holders. Ouch! I forgot something. While we were passing the HARAM for their last time, not mine, KM said to me. "I prayed the "istikharah" prayers last night. I wanted to see my wife. I ask to be shown what my future wife would look like. "And what did you get?" I asked. Er, I had a wet dream. He sounded disappointed. I asked him, "how many people had sex before marriage and got away with it in Mecca? Its a gift!" Ya laa, tapi..... he murmured. I'm sure there is a reason for it, I added. Back at the terminal, the Cafe was not fully opened. We remembered, we did'nt have breakfast! The cafe only had sandwiches. So I bought a few for both of them. I said, me and the driver can have our breakfast back in MECCA . I shook SB hands vigorously but when it came to KM, funnily I hugged him, I don't know why I did. He said, "macam ada salah apa2 saja ni". I don't know why he said that either. :)
Then we part company. Of course they paid for the cab. I only have RM200 or 240 riyals to spend for my whole trip there to Saudi Arabia. Anyway, I did the most ikhlas thing I can afford. I think that was the rate at the time. I'll get to that another time. It was still daylight when we reached Mecca.
The next evening, I was watching the telly. The news was on. Of course I didn't understand a word they were saying, but what else was there to do? One can only read so much and zikir so much.
Did I tell how hard the bread loaf here is? The loaf was small actually, about the size of our local 70 sen cream bun, today's prices. If you hit a plate really hard with it, I think the plate may break, but put that loaf in a micro wave, and its soft and fluffy. No, don't get me wrong. The loaf's as hard as wood. I still had a full set back then. I dare bet that you'd break a few if you tried to bite through a cold one. :)
Anyway, on the TV screen, they were showing a map of the RED SEA, starting from Jeddah going up to a port on the Egyptian side, there were dots denoting some kind of track or route. Then there pictures of crowds, of people and women wailings and crying.
Then the phone rang. My niece's husband came out from his room and answered the call. "Its for you," he said. Huh? For me? Its the cab driver. Oh. Ok. The ferry sunk! What? What ferry? Who? why?
My heart is sinking as I write this. The ferry the boys were on, sunk! It hit a coral shelf. The captain was trying to avoid a storm and tried a dangerous and narrow short cut. The Pattani said. There were almost a thousand passengers. I went blank. Whats there to say? My niece said a little prayer and comforted me with a legend.
She told me of a story about a young ship hand who had a very cruel master. When the ship they were on was caught in a storm, it sank but the young sailor chose to save his cruel master from a watery death. Why? Why did you help me? Why did you save my life after all I've done to you. The young sailor answered, I heard that those who drown are accepted as martyrs and I cannot let you die a martyr. People who drown at sea are martyrs, according to the story and also my niece. I found that comforting.
A week or so later we returned to Malaysia. Among the first things I did was to pay a visit to the address that KM gave. The family was not expecting me. They didn't even know me or that I've met KM in Mecca. No knowledge of me at all and were very surprise with my visit and even more with the last photographs of their son. His father couldn't accept his son's fate, prefering to believe his son was found by nomads or Tauregs and living with them as a slave. One of the pictures I took made it on the front page of Mingguan Perdana the week after. Half page full. It was the pic taken by the hotel's caretaker. All three of us in it. :( I still disregard that silly belief.
I still couldn't locate that picture. Or that issue of Mingguan Perdana. And I don't understand why I'm publishing this story now. In memory of one I can't remember whose name it was?
SB regained conciousness aboard a US naval vessel. That bit was related by Wisma Putra officials to that poor family and they related it to me. SB said,, he was in their cabin down below deck. KM was on deck but came down to fetch SB when the ship struck the coral reef. As they were climbing up to the deck together, there was a black out. There were more than ONE THOUSAND on board, that fateful night. Passengers and crew. You can imagine the panic. KM said in the darkness and mayhem, it's every man for himself now. That was the last SB heard of KM.
I may have the time of events all wrong, but the story is true.
After so many years, now I do recalled. The events above happened between after Christmas 1991 an
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I stepped out and walk towards the other end of the blue roofed building that houses our little industries. Next to our glass art workshop is the batik specialist cum computer geek cum designer and cum ex lecturer. Then there is the ceramics workshop, a seamstress, an office masquerading as a craft workshop belonging to a Haji Yusof. Then there is Chekgu Shamsuddin, an artist cum art lecturer in UIA, another batik artist who's not been seen the past few months. Two carpenters' workshop. Then its the old cobbler who fancies himself an artist. At least he trying. But I know, he's just mimicking other peoples' work. Like I said, at least he tried, unlike me. Sad, ain't it? Wonder why.
I don't understand why, these people who have known me for years and years and yet they did'nt even know my real name. Their preferance is to guess, listening to what others called me. Know what they called me around here? Berhajat! Serious. There is a story `bout that but that is not today's story. Along with the old cobbler is a young man, a religous scholar. I think he is a master of Islamic calligraphy, KHAT. Then an idea strikes. What if...
I ask him to write my name in KHAT style, any school. He wrote in two schools of writing KHAT. They were beautiful but, I left them at the bengkel and could not scan and upload them for you all to see. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow. His name is Hamka. Great name isn't it even if its actually an acronym. He wrote and I talked.
I remember of the time I was there. "Where?", he asked. Oh, there. Not wanting to brag. I pointed to a picture of the KAABAH. "You were there?". Yes but only because, I dragged to answer completely. "You should be thankful you were there," said Hamka. Then I asked what his age is. Hmm, that means you were only eleven when I went to Makkah . "How lucky of you. I have never been overseas. I've only been to Sabah. It's overseas, but not abroad in the real sense", he sighed.
Sea, yes, the sea.
I told him of the two malaysian students from Al Azhar whom I met in Mecca. Young. Younger than him of course. I told him, of how the young men would spend their time reciting the quran through memory everyday, to each other, in the HARAM. One would recite and the other would review. And vice versa. I met them a few days before their departure date. They had already booked tickets for the trip back to Egypt. Via the Red Sea.
The Red Sea. The sea. Sigh.
I had my brother's-in-law camera with me all the time I was in Mecca. I took photos everywhere I went and got into trouble too with it, but that too is another story.
Usually we will after asar prayers and go for a meal if they are not fasting on that particular day. Or just pick up a take-away to be eaten back in their hotel room if they are fasting. Their hotel was only about 5 minutes walk away from the HARAM. The bathroom is outside their room but its airconditioned and there's a mini fridge provided, but you have to fill it yourself with your own refreshments. There is no bed but only mattreses and a carpet to cover the marbled floor. There is no window . I took a few photographs of us in their "hotel". Even had the hotel caretaker take a photo of all three of us. Hmmm. Never mind. I'd disregard that belief. We adjourned to a shayee stall if they are not fasting, otherwise we'll just wait till Mahgrib . Maybe its spelt differently but shayee is tea in arabic. :)
The first time I tried to order tea in Mecca was a dilemma. It was on the first morning in Mecca. I don't know what tea is called in arabic. I had to search the walls for a tea advertisement. I was quite sure that there must be at least one ad and sure enough there was one poster. A Lipton ad, and I pointed to it which made the Indian and Bangladeshi staff to laugh gleefully. Ohhhohoho, shayee, shayeee.
It was so long ago, 1991/92 I cannot even remember their names but I remember where they were from. One was from Sabak Bernam, he has a dark complexion and wore glasses, the other fair and pleasant, was closer to home. He was from Kampung Medan in PJ. Sabak Bernam was the serious one, Kg Medan more easy going. Perhaps its because KM's more cosmopolitant? The other ulu? LOL. Naughty me. I beg your pardon.
Soon the the day came. "We need transport tomorrow morning. The ferry sails tomorrow. We cannot afford to miss it. We'll have to leave after Suboh. Can you arrange a taxi for us?" KM asked. Well, coincidentally, I happened to have met a Pattanian who drives a taxi. Well, I'm the type who like to meet and trust strangers. LOL. Hey, this is Mecca. I don't expect people to lie or cheat here. I met him somewhere but at the moment, I just could not recall how or where we met, but luckily I took his phone number.
After Suboh the next morning, the Pattani came to me first, and we proceeded to pick up the two young men. Since all three of us has only been around the HARAM the whole time we were in Mecca, the driver took us sight seeing on the outskirts, actually on the trails of the Haj pilgrims but we can only drive thru. There's no question of walking around the historical and religous sites.
So we dashed over to Arafah, past Jabal whats-its-name where ADAM met EVE after being separated for so long. It was said that the reason womens' buttocks are cold was that Eve only sat and waited for Adam to come and find her. :) we drove past the mountain, actually a hill where Gua HIRRAQ is located and also the three devils. It was already built up to a couple of levels even then. It was not Haj season so the place was quite empty that morning. From there we headed straight to Jeddah after that.
It's quite funny how Arabs erected monuments decorating the streets. Just about every circus/roundabout in Jeddah have a monument or decoration. But these monuments cannot resemble any living thing. So they make giant pots, teapots and guess what else? I don't know if it was specially built or if they were actually ship wrecks! They put tug boats and fishing boats as monuments and decorations. :)
At least now that we are in Jeddah, we were comfortable with the knowledge that we still have some time on our hands. We went to dip our feet in the RED SEA!!!! Yea...!! Hantu air sampai ke sudah. LOL That's me. It was my idea anyway. There is not going to be a 2nd chance anyway. There was a quaint little mosque on the edge of the beach, waves actually lapping its foundations. Over here, the seaweeds were right up there on the waters edge. There was also a young arab family frolicking on the beach. I presume they were arabs because the lady was in full purdah, head to toe in black, even. Then it was time to go. We headed for the ferry terminal.
At the terminal, we found the gates closed. No entry except for tickets holders. Ouch! I forgot something. While we were passing the HARAM for their last time, not mine, KM said to me. "I prayed the "istikharah" prayers last night. I wanted to see my wife. I ask to be shown what my future wife would look like. "And what did you get?" I asked. Er, I had a wet dream. He sounded disappointed. I asked him, "how many people had sex before marriage and got away with it in Mecca? Its a gift!" Ya laa, tapi..... he murmured. I'm sure there is a reason for it, I added. Back at the terminal, the Cafe was not fully opened. We remembered, we did'nt have breakfast! The cafe only had sandwiches. So I bought a few for both of them. I said, me and the driver can have our breakfast back in MECCA . I shook SB hands vigorously but when it came to KM, funnily I hugged him, I don't know why I did. He said, "macam ada salah apa2 saja ni". I don't know why he said that either. :)
Then we part company. Of course they paid for the cab. I only have RM200 or 240 riyals to spend for my whole trip there to Saudi Arabia. Anyway, I did the most ikhlas thing I can afford. I think that was the rate at the time. I'll get to that another time. It was still daylight when we reached Mecca.
The next evening, I was watching the telly. The news was on. Of course I didn't understand a word they were saying, but what else was there to do? One can only read so much and zikir so much.
Did I tell how hard the bread loaf here is? The loaf was small actually, about the size of our local 70 sen cream bun, today's prices. If you hit a plate really hard with it, I think the plate may break, but put that loaf in a micro wave, and its soft and fluffy. No, don't get me wrong. The loaf's as hard as wood. I still had a full set back then. I dare bet that you'd break a few if you tried to bite through a cold one. :)
Anyway, on the TV screen, they were showing a map of the RED SEA, starting from Jeddah going up to a port on the Egyptian side, there were dots denoting some kind of track or route. Then there pictures of crowds, of people and women wailings and crying.
Then the phone rang. My niece's husband came out from his room and answered the call. "Its for you," he said. Huh? For me? Its the cab driver. Oh. Ok. The ferry sunk! What? What ferry? Who? why?
My heart is sinking as I write this. The ferry the boys were on, sunk! It hit a coral shelf. The captain was trying to avoid a storm and tried a dangerous and narrow short cut. The Pattani said. There were almost a thousand passengers. I went blank. Whats there to say? My niece said a little prayer and comforted me with a legend.
She told me of a story about a young ship hand who had a very cruel master. When the ship they were on was caught in a storm, it sank but the young sailor chose to save his cruel master from a watery death. Why? Why did you help me? Why did you save my life after all I've done to you. The young sailor answered, I heard that those who drown are accepted as martyrs and I cannot let you die a martyr. People who drown at sea are martyrs, according to the story and also my niece. I found that comforting.
A week or so later we returned to Malaysia. Among the first things I did was to pay a visit to the address that KM gave. The family was not expecting me. They didn't even know me or that I've met KM in Mecca. No knowledge of me at all and were very surprise with my visit and even more with the last photographs of their son. His father couldn't accept his son's fate, prefering to believe his son was found by nomads or Tauregs and living with them as a slave. One of the pictures I took made it on the front page of Mingguan Perdana the week after. Half page full. It was the pic taken by the hotel's caretaker. All three of us in it. :( I still disregard that silly belief.
I still couldn't locate that picture. Or that issue of Mingguan Perdana. And I don't understand why I'm publishing this story now. In memory of one I can't remember whose name it was?
SB regained conciousness aboard a US naval vessel. That bit was related by Wisma Putra officials to that poor family and they related it to me. SB said,, he was in their cabin down below deck. KM was on deck but came down to fetch SB when the ship struck the coral reef. As they were climbing up to the deck together, there was a black out. There were more than ONE THOUSAND on board, that fateful night. Passengers and crew. You can imagine the panic. KM said in the darkness and mayhem, it's every man for himself now. That was the last SB heard of KM.
I may have the time of events all wrong, but the story is true.
After so many years, now I do recalled. The events above happened between after Christmas 1991 an
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
subjek assignment:PANNING
Ini lah antara hasil foto2 untuk assignment. Tujuh lapan kali ulang alik "at full speed". Mengah gilaaa. Hahahahaha
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
10 kebaikan air Coke Cola
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10 kebaikan air Coke Cola
10 kebaikan air Coke Cola Dilulus terbit pada Wednesday, October 19 @ 21:43:28 MYT oleh LinuxPro
Fakta seperti yang tersenarai dibawah adalah kajian santifik yang dibuat oleh ahli sains kesihatan/sosial di USA dan Britain serta laporan dari seluruh dunia mengenai minuman ringan Coke : Coca Cola.
Di dalam kebanyakan negeri di US, kereta peronda lebuhraya akan dimuatkan 2 gallon Coke untuk menghilangkan kesan darah di jalanraya apabila berlaku kemalangan. Cam pasukan SMART dan bomba kita tu, Harzadous Team. Cuba tanya Plus Ronda atau Polis Lebuhraya, adakah mereka guna? Anda di rumah diharap dapat mencuba kajian ini :
Masukkan tulang dalam satu mangkuk yang diisi Coke, ia akan hancur atau hilang sama sekali dalam masa 2 hari. Elok untuk yang berniaga sup tulang!
Untuk mencuci tandas : Masukkan setin air Coke dalam tandas dan biarkan selama 1 jam dan kemudian ‘flush’. Kesan kotoran/hampas akan hilang dari tindakan ‘citric asid’ yang berada dalam Coke. Satu bahan gantian untuk mencuci kalau sabun dah habis! Rasa-rasa buat sabun badan boleh tak?
Untuk menghilangkan kesan karat dari bumper kereta jenis chrome : Lap bumper dengan aluminium foil yang dicelup dengan Coke. Kesannya karat hilang!
Untuk menghilangkan kesan ‘corrosion’ atau hakisan pada skru/nat bateri kereta : Tuang saja setin Coke pasti kesan hakisan hilang serta merta.
Untuk melonggarkan skru yang berkarat dan ketat : Sekali lagi tuang setin Coke, skru tersebut pasti longgar dan boleh dibuka.
Untuk menghilangkan kesan minyak/lekit dari pakaian : Tambahkan setin Coke dalam mesin basuh bersama sabn pencuci dan basuh macam biasa. Kesan minyak tu pasti hilang. Kemudian bolehlah minum air basuhan tadi berperisa coke.
Cermin kereta anda berdebu/kotor/ melekit ? Celup tuala dengan Coke dan lap. Pasti bersih. Tak payah guna tin sembur cuci cermin cam jual di Yawata tu kerana ianya amat mahal! Bahan aktif Coke adalah phosphoric asid. Ia mempunyai pH 2.8. Ia boleh meleburkan sebatang paku dalam masa 4 hari. Kilang Perwaja/besi mesti suka ni!
Asid tersebut juga menghakis kekuatan tulang belakang dan tulang lain dalam badan yang merupakan punca utama kearah penyakit osteoporosis. Sila lihat lori yang membawa air sirap Coke dalam lori tangki,[ bukan lori yang bawa Coke siap dalam botol/tin] pasti dilengkapi dengan tanda amaran “Bahan Kimia Bahaya” atau”Bahan Penghakis : bahaya”. Lori tangki itu juga diselaputi bahan penghakis haksan untuk mengelak lori tu dihakis. .
Tolong jangan letak/parking kereta berhampiran lori tangki yang ada tanda amaran tu, silap-silap tengah bawak kereta, putus 2 sebab hakisan/karat. Para pengedar minuman Coke telah menggunakannya untuk mencuci bahagian enjin lori/trak mereka sejak 20 tahun. Wahh…mesti buat overhaul ni!
Kandungan gulanya 18 sudu cawan teh satu tin Coke. Cuba try bancuh kopi/teh dengan 18 sudu gula tu kat rumah dan minum mesti termuntah tapi tambahkan citric asid, mesti muka tersenyum. Tambah pula dengan ais!. Wahh! Rasa cam minum Coke berperisa kopi. Asid tersebut akan bertindak terhadap lidah untuk memberi signal kepada otak bahawa air yang diminum tidak berapa manis. Lidah ngan otakpun kena tipu. Semua minuman ringan menggunakan asid yang sama. Tak kiralah Pepsi. 7-up, Drinho, Yeos, Milo, F&N dll. Sama jer.
Coke membawa maksud dadah Cocaine. Asal minuman Coke adalah dicipta untuk meghilangkan rasa letih dan mengkhayalkan untuk para pekerja buruh. Cam candu masuk China dulu. Antara isi kandungannya adalah ekstrak dari daun coca [cocaine] dan kacang Cola. Tu yang mai perkataan Coca Cola tu.
Cuba rendamkan gigi [gigi yang patah ker tapi kalau nak rendam gigi dalam mulut tu pun boleh gak] dalam satu mangkuk Coke, pasti gigi tu hilang/lebur dalamasa 24-49 jam. Yang mana sakit gigi, try cara ni, kot-kot gigi tu bleh hilang!Kalau anda tak suka minum kopi tapi suka sangat minum Coke, sama jer! Anda minum Caffein, bahan yang sama dalam 2 minuman tersebut.
DiIndia, negeri Andhra Pradesh dan Chattisgarh secara spesifiknya, para peladangnya menggunakan Coke sebagai semburan untuk membunuh serangga perosak dalam ladang kpas dan cili mereka. Jadi racun seranggalah pulak. Sesiapa ada tanam pokok cili kat rumah tu, semburlah Coke untuk bunuh serangga. Cili tu rasa pedas manis berperisa coke kot? Cubalah! Syarikat Coke dimiliki oleh pelabur berbangsa Yahudi 100%. Kat Mekah ada Mecca Cola. Betul ker? Yang pernah pi Mekah bleh confirm kot?
Jadi, sambil-sambil kita minum Coke tu, bolehlah pada masa yang sama cuci cermin kereta, cuci baju, buka nat skru, cuci tandas , sembur serangga dll. Rupa-rupanya Coke ni boleh dibuat bahan gantian emergency jika bahan cuci/pelincir/ penghakis habis kat rumah. Semua fakta diatas anda boleh cuba sendiri dirumah jika tak percaya. Yang mana tak pass sains khasnya kimia dulu masa sekolah bolehlah buat eksperimen sains kimia ni kat rumah.
Tepuk dahi tanya hati….nak minum ke tak?
Terima kasih kerana memberi masa untuk membaca.
Rajin membaca pasti berjaya.
Luang-luangkanlah masa untuk membaca.
10 kebaikan air Coke Cola
10 kebaikan air Coke Cola Dilulus terbit pada Wednesday, October 19 @ 21:43:28 MYT oleh LinuxPro
Fakta seperti yang tersenarai dibawah adalah kajian santifik yang dibuat oleh ahli sains kesihatan/sosial di USA dan Britain serta laporan dari seluruh dunia mengenai minuman ringan Coke : Coca Cola.
Di dalam kebanyakan negeri di US, kereta peronda lebuhraya akan dimuatkan 2 gallon Coke untuk menghilangkan kesan darah di jalanraya apabila berlaku kemalangan. Cam pasukan SMART dan bomba kita tu, Harzadous Team. Cuba tanya Plus Ronda atau Polis Lebuhraya, adakah mereka guna? Anda di rumah diharap dapat mencuba kajian ini :
Masukkan tulang dalam satu mangkuk yang diisi Coke, ia akan hancur atau hilang sama sekali dalam masa 2 hari. Elok untuk yang berniaga sup tulang!
Untuk mencuci tandas : Masukkan setin air Coke dalam tandas dan biarkan selama 1 jam dan kemudian ‘flush’. Kesan kotoran/hampas akan hilang dari tindakan ‘citric asid’ yang berada dalam Coke. Satu bahan gantian untuk mencuci kalau sabun dah habis! Rasa-rasa buat sabun badan boleh tak?
Untuk menghilangkan kesan karat dari bumper kereta jenis chrome : Lap bumper dengan aluminium foil yang dicelup dengan Coke. Kesannya karat hilang!
Untuk menghilangkan kesan ‘corrosion’ atau hakisan pada skru/nat bateri kereta : Tuang saja setin Coke pasti kesan hakisan hilang serta merta.
Untuk melonggarkan skru yang berkarat dan ketat : Sekali lagi tuang setin Coke, skru tersebut pasti longgar dan boleh dibuka.
Untuk menghilangkan kesan minyak/lekit dari pakaian : Tambahkan setin Coke dalam mesin basuh bersama sabn pencuci dan basuh macam biasa. Kesan minyak tu pasti hilang. Kemudian bolehlah minum air basuhan tadi berperisa coke.
Cermin kereta anda berdebu/kotor/ melekit ? Celup tuala dengan Coke dan lap. Pasti bersih. Tak payah guna tin sembur cuci cermin cam jual di Yawata tu kerana ianya amat mahal! Bahan aktif Coke adalah phosphoric asid. Ia mempunyai pH 2.8. Ia boleh meleburkan sebatang paku dalam masa 4 hari. Kilang Perwaja/besi mesti suka ni!
Asid tersebut juga menghakis kekuatan tulang belakang dan tulang lain dalam badan yang merupakan punca utama kearah penyakit osteoporosis. Sila lihat lori yang membawa air sirap Coke dalam lori tangki,[ bukan lori yang bawa Coke siap dalam botol/tin] pasti dilengkapi dengan tanda amaran “Bahan Kimia Bahaya” atau”Bahan Penghakis : bahaya”. Lori tangki itu juga diselaputi bahan penghakis haksan untuk mengelak lori tu dihakis. .
Tolong jangan letak/parking kereta berhampiran lori tangki yang ada tanda amaran tu, silap-silap tengah bawak kereta, putus 2 sebab hakisan/karat. Para pengedar minuman Coke telah menggunakannya untuk mencuci bahagian enjin lori/trak mereka sejak 20 tahun. Wahh…mesti buat overhaul ni!
Kandungan gulanya 18 sudu cawan teh satu tin Coke. Cuba try bancuh kopi/teh dengan 18 sudu gula tu kat rumah dan minum mesti termuntah tapi tambahkan citric asid, mesti muka tersenyum. Tambah pula dengan ais!. Wahh! Rasa cam minum Coke berperisa kopi. Asid tersebut akan bertindak terhadap lidah untuk memberi signal kepada otak bahawa air yang diminum tidak berapa manis. Lidah ngan otakpun kena tipu. Semua minuman ringan menggunakan asid yang sama. Tak kiralah Pepsi. 7-up, Drinho, Yeos, Milo, F&N dll. Sama jer.
Coke membawa maksud dadah Cocaine. Asal minuman Coke adalah dicipta untuk meghilangkan rasa letih dan mengkhayalkan untuk para pekerja buruh. Cam candu masuk China dulu. Antara isi kandungannya adalah ekstrak dari daun coca [cocaine] dan kacang Cola. Tu yang mai perkataan Coca Cola tu.
Cuba rendamkan gigi [gigi yang patah ker tapi kalau nak rendam gigi dalam mulut tu pun boleh gak] dalam satu mangkuk Coke, pasti gigi tu hilang/lebur dalamasa 24-49 jam. Yang mana sakit gigi, try cara ni, kot-kot gigi tu bleh hilang!Kalau anda tak suka minum kopi tapi suka sangat minum Coke, sama jer! Anda minum Caffein, bahan yang sama dalam 2 minuman tersebut.
DiIndia, negeri Andhra Pradesh dan Chattisgarh secara spesifiknya, para peladangnya menggunakan Coke sebagai semburan untuk membunuh serangga perosak dalam ladang kpas dan cili mereka. Jadi racun seranggalah pulak. Sesiapa ada tanam pokok cili kat rumah tu, semburlah Coke untuk bunuh serangga. Cili tu rasa pedas manis berperisa coke kot? Cubalah! Syarikat Coke dimiliki oleh pelabur berbangsa Yahudi 100%. Kat Mekah ada Mecca Cola. Betul ker? Yang pernah pi Mekah bleh confirm kot?
Jadi, sambil-sambil kita minum Coke tu, bolehlah pada masa yang sama cuci cermin kereta, cuci baju, buka nat skru, cuci tandas , sembur serangga dll. Rupa-rupanya Coke ni boleh dibuat bahan gantian emergency jika bahan cuci/pelincir/ penghakis habis kat rumah. Semua fakta diatas anda boleh cuba sendiri dirumah jika tak percaya. Yang mana tak pass sains khasnya kimia dulu masa sekolah bolehlah buat eksperimen sains kimia ni kat rumah.
Tepuk dahi tanya hati….nak minum ke tak?
Terima kasih kerana memberi masa untuk membaca.
Rajin membaca pasti berjaya.
Luang-luangkanlah masa untuk membaca.
Friday, March 13, 2009
PENGAJARAN DAN PEMBELAJARAN SAINS DAN MATEMATIK DALAM BAHASA INGGERIS (PPSMI) oleh Tun Dr Mahathir
1. Saya berasa amat sedih apabila membaca laporan berkenaan demonstrasi yang dipimpin oleh tokoh sastera Melayu menentang pengajaran Sains dan matematik dalam bahasa Inggeris.
2. Kononnya ini akan menidakkan kebolehan bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa pengantar dalam ilmu ini. Konon ia akan mengurangkan perkembangan bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa kebangsaan.
3. Kita harus ingat bahawa pelajaran bukan semata-mata untuk memaju atau mengembangkan bahasa. Pelajaran adalah untuk penguasaan ilmu, pelbagai jenis ilmu.
4. Yang boleh meningkatkan taraf dan kemajuan bahasa ialah matapelajaran bahasa itu sendiri dan diperingkat yang lebih tinggi mata pelajaran sastera.
5. Sains dan Matematik tidak mungkin menolong kemajuan bahasa, khususnya bahasa melayu.
6. Ini disebabkan bahasa sains dan matematik bukan daripada bahasa Melayu. Sebahagian besar daripada perkataan-perkataan dalam mata pelajaran ini adalah dalam bahasa Latin yang di-Inggeriskan.
7. Memang benar kita boleh Melayu-kan perkataan-perkataan ini, seperti juga kita Melayu-kan perkataan daripada lain-lain bahasa.
8. Memang boleh tetapi perkataan-prkataan Sains bukan satu dua tapi beratus-ratus. Dan perkataan ini menjadi asas kepada perkataan yang mempunyai makna yang amat berlainan.
9. Umpamanya perkataan Oxygen (Oksigen) - satu jenis gas. Derivative (cabang) daripada perkataan ini adalah seperti berikut;
• Oxygenation
• Oxidation
• Oxide
• Oxidants
• Deoxydation
• Oxidise
• Oxidification
• Dioxide
• Monoxide
• Peroxide
10. Ini hanya bagi satu elemen daripada sebanyak 120 (118) elemen.
11. Tiap satu mempunyai banyak derivative. Tetapi ada perkataan-perkataan lain yang hanya untuk ilmu sains. Jika semuanya nak di-Melayukan, bahasa Melayu akan bertukar menjadi bahasa Inggeris, ejaan lain bunyi semacam. Sebenarnya ia bukan bahasa Melayu lagi.
12. Ilmu sains dan matematik bukan ilmu yang statik. Ilimu-ilmu ini berkembang sepanjang masa. Tiap hari ada hasil kaji selidik, penerokaan, ciptaan dan perluasan yang diperkenal melalui ratusan kertas-kertas yang ditulis.
13. Hampir semua ditulis dalam bahasa Inggeris. Untuk menterjemah tulisan ini kita perlu orang yang fasih dalam bahasa Melayu dan bahasa Inggeris dan faham ilmu yang hendak diterjemah.
14. Kita ada beberapa kerat sahaja orang yang berkebolehan seperti ini. Itupun dalam dua tiga bidang sahaja. Orang yang layak seperti ini tidak berminat menjadi penterjemah seumur hidup. Apabila sains dan matematik diajar dalam bahasa Melayu, orang seperti ini tidak akan ada lagi. Bagaimanakah kita hendak ikuti perkembangan ilmu sains.
15. Sebaliknya kertas ilmiah akan terus dikeluarkan beratus-ratus lagi, semuanya dalam bahasa Inggeris atau bahasa-bahasa lain. Maka tanpa kebolehan menterjemah semua ilmu baru ini akan tertinggallah orang Melayu dalam bidang ilmu yang amat oenting di zaman ini.
16. Kalau kita masih tidak dapat menerima kenyataan di atas, kaji sahaja jumlah Phd dalam bidang sains yang hanya belajar sains dalam bahasa Melayu dan tidak faham bahasa Inggeris. Berapa ramaikah dari pakar dalam bidang perubatan yang hanya belajar dalam bahasa Melayu, tanpa buku dalam bahasa Inggeris sebagai buku teks.
17. Apakah penuntut luar bandar tidak dapat menguasai bahasa Inggeris?
18. Sekali lagi perhitungan perlu dibuat berkenaan jumlah mereka yang dari kampung yang memegang jawatan tinggi dalam Kerajaan dan swasta kerana lulus dalam bahasa Inggeris dan mampu berhujah dalam bahasa berkenaan. Yang menentang PPSMI pun dari kampung juga tetapi dapat kelulusan bahasa Inggeris. Bahkan mereka sering berbahasa Inggeris.
19. Duta dan diplomat kita, berapa ramaikah yang hanya boleh bertutur kata dalam bahasa Melayu yang memegang jawatan penting dalam Kementerian Luar?
20. Pakar sains dan perubatan dan juga pegawai tinggi Kerajaan sering dikehendaki mengambil bahagian dalam persidangan antarabangsa. Apakah mereka dapat berhujah dan mengambil bahagian secara berkesan dengan menggun hanya bahasa Melayu?
21. Saya bukan hendak memandang rendah bahasa bangsa saya sendiri. Tetapi saya perlu terima hakikat yang sebenar.
22. Bahasa sesuatu bangsa akan dipelajari oleh orang asing jika bangsa itu amat maju dan terkenal dengan ilmu yang dimiliki dan diterokai olehnya. Demikian sebelum abad ke-15 Masihi orang Eropah terpaksa belajar bahasa Arab kerana tamadun Islam pada masa itu gah dan amat dinormati. Tetapi selepas orang Islam ketepikan sains, ilmu perubatan dan hisab, orang Eropah tidak lago mempelajari bahasa Arab. Sebaliknya orang Arab dan Islam terpaksa belajar bahasa Eropah.
23. Jika kita ingin bahasa Melayu digunakan dengan meluas kita perlu majukan diri kita dalam semua bidang terutama bidang ilmu dahulu. Sebelum daripada itu minat untuk belajar bahasa Melayuu akan terhad kepada sekumpulan kecil sahaja.
24. Kita belajar sains dan matematik untuk memajukan bangsa kita supaya satu hari mungkin kita akan terkenal berkenaan dengan penerokaan dan kajiselidik oleh kita dan orang lain akan belajar bahasa kita untuk mendapat ilmu yang diteroka oleh kita.
25. Penguasaan ilmu amat penting bagi masa depan seseorang. Janganlah kita perjudikan masa depan anak orang kerana kononnya kita seorang nasionalis yang begitu sayang kepada bahasa kita. Sayang bahasa tidak boleh melebihi sayang bangsa. Mereka yang sayang bangsa mereka ingin lihat bangsa mereka maju, berilmu dan dihormati dunia. Hanya kerana boleh bertuturkata dalam bahasa sendiri tidak akan menjadikan bangsa kita dihormati dan disegani orang.
26. Akan rosaklah bangsa dan negara jika dasar negara ditentukan oleh orang yang berdemonstrasi. Lebih rosak lagi jika yang berdemonstrasi didalangi oleh politik pembangkang.
2. Kononnya ini akan menidakkan kebolehan bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa pengantar dalam ilmu ini. Konon ia akan mengurangkan perkembangan bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa kebangsaan.
3. Kita harus ingat bahawa pelajaran bukan semata-mata untuk memaju atau mengembangkan bahasa. Pelajaran adalah untuk penguasaan ilmu, pelbagai jenis ilmu.
4. Yang boleh meningkatkan taraf dan kemajuan bahasa ialah matapelajaran bahasa itu sendiri dan diperingkat yang lebih tinggi mata pelajaran sastera.
5. Sains dan Matematik tidak mungkin menolong kemajuan bahasa, khususnya bahasa melayu.
6. Ini disebabkan bahasa sains dan matematik bukan daripada bahasa Melayu. Sebahagian besar daripada perkataan-perkataan dalam mata pelajaran ini adalah dalam bahasa Latin yang di-Inggeriskan.
7. Memang benar kita boleh Melayu-kan perkataan-perkataan ini, seperti juga kita Melayu-kan perkataan daripada lain-lain bahasa.
8. Memang boleh tetapi perkataan-prkataan Sains bukan satu dua tapi beratus-ratus. Dan perkataan ini menjadi asas kepada perkataan yang mempunyai makna yang amat berlainan.
9. Umpamanya perkataan Oxygen (Oksigen) - satu jenis gas. Derivative (cabang) daripada perkataan ini adalah seperti berikut;
• Oxygenation
• Oxidation
• Oxide
• Oxidants
• Deoxydation
• Oxidise
• Oxidification
• Dioxide
• Monoxide
• Peroxide
10. Ini hanya bagi satu elemen daripada sebanyak 120 (118) elemen.
11. Tiap satu mempunyai banyak derivative. Tetapi ada perkataan-perkataan lain yang hanya untuk ilmu sains. Jika semuanya nak di-Melayukan, bahasa Melayu akan bertukar menjadi bahasa Inggeris, ejaan lain bunyi semacam. Sebenarnya ia bukan bahasa Melayu lagi.
12. Ilmu sains dan matematik bukan ilmu yang statik. Ilimu-ilmu ini berkembang sepanjang masa. Tiap hari ada hasil kaji selidik, penerokaan, ciptaan dan perluasan yang diperkenal melalui ratusan kertas-kertas yang ditulis.
13. Hampir semua ditulis dalam bahasa Inggeris. Untuk menterjemah tulisan ini kita perlu orang yang fasih dalam bahasa Melayu dan bahasa Inggeris dan faham ilmu yang hendak diterjemah.
14. Kita ada beberapa kerat sahaja orang yang berkebolehan seperti ini. Itupun dalam dua tiga bidang sahaja. Orang yang layak seperti ini tidak berminat menjadi penterjemah seumur hidup. Apabila sains dan matematik diajar dalam bahasa Melayu, orang seperti ini tidak akan ada lagi. Bagaimanakah kita hendak ikuti perkembangan ilmu sains.
15. Sebaliknya kertas ilmiah akan terus dikeluarkan beratus-ratus lagi, semuanya dalam bahasa Inggeris atau bahasa-bahasa lain. Maka tanpa kebolehan menterjemah semua ilmu baru ini akan tertinggallah orang Melayu dalam bidang ilmu yang amat oenting di zaman ini.
16. Kalau kita masih tidak dapat menerima kenyataan di atas, kaji sahaja jumlah Phd dalam bidang sains yang hanya belajar sains dalam bahasa Melayu dan tidak faham bahasa Inggeris. Berapa ramaikah dari pakar dalam bidang perubatan yang hanya belajar dalam bahasa Melayu, tanpa buku dalam bahasa Inggeris sebagai buku teks.
17. Apakah penuntut luar bandar tidak dapat menguasai bahasa Inggeris?
18. Sekali lagi perhitungan perlu dibuat berkenaan jumlah mereka yang dari kampung yang memegang jawatan tinggi dalam Kerajaan dan swasta kerana lulus dalam bahasa Inggeris dan mampu berhujah dalam bahasa berkenaan. Yang menentang PPSMI pun dari kampung juga tetapi dapat kelulusan bahasa Inggeris. Bahkan mereka sering berbahasa Inggeris.
19. Duta dan diplomat kita, berapa ramaikah yang hanya boleh bertutur kata dalam bahasa Melayu yang memegang jawatan penting dalam Kementerian Luar?
20. Pakar sains dan perubatan dan juga pegawai tinggi Kerajaan sering dikehendaki mengambil bahagian dalam persidangan antarabangsa. Apakah mereka dapat berhujah dan mengambil bahagian secara berkesan dengan menggun hanya bahasa Melayu?
21. Saya bukan hendak memandang rendah bahasa bangsa saya sendiri. Tetapi saya perlu terima hakikat yang sebenar.
22. Bahasa sesuatu bangsa akan dipelajari oleh orang asing jika bangsa itu amat maju dan terkenal dengan ilmu yang dimiliki dan diterokai olehnya. Demikian sebelum abad ke-15 Masihi orang Eropah terpaksa belajar bahasa Arab kerana tamadun Islam pada masa itu gah dan amat dinormati. Tetapi selepas orang Islam ketepikan sains, ilmu perubatan dan hisab, orang Eropah tidak lago mempelajari bahasa Arab. Sebaliknya orang Arab dan Islam terpaksa belajar bahasa Eropah.
23. Jika kita ingin bahasa Melayu digunakan dengan meluas kita perlu majukan diri kita dalam semua bidang terutama bidang ilmu dahulu. Sebelum daripada itu minat untuk belajar bahasa Melayuu akan terhad kepada sekumpulan kecil sahaja.
24. Kita belajar sains dan matematik untuk memajukan bangsa kita supaya satu hari mungkin kita akan terkenal berkenaan dengan penerokaan dan kajiselidik oleh kita dan orang lain akan belajar bahasa kita untuk mendapat ilmu yang diteroka oleh kita.
25. Penguasaan ilmu amat penting bagi masa depan seseorang. Janganlah kita perjudikan masa depan anak orang kerana kononnya kita seorang nasionalis yang begitu sayang kepada bahasa kita. Sayang bahasa tidak boleh melebihi sayang bangsa. Mereka yang sayang bangsa mereka ingin lihat bangsa mereka maju, berilmu dan dihormati dunia. Hanya kerana boleh bertuturkata dalam bahasa sendiri tidak akan menjadikan bangsa kita dihormati dan disegani orang.
26. Akan rosaklah bangsa dan negara jika dasar negara ditentukan oleh orang yang berdemonstrasi. Lebih rosak lagi jika yang berdemonstrasi didalangi oleh politik pembangkang.
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