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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Remembering Wo

I woke up this morning with thoughts of  my late paternal grandfather whom I refer to as Wo (pronounced as "war"). Al fatihah to him.  I recall him as being called Sidang Omar by the village folks and I wonder what that means.....

In Malacca, Tok Sidang is the highest official in a "Mukim" comprising of a group of villages or "kampongs". It is a subdistrict under the current National Land Code. In the village, the highest official is the headman or "Penghulu". He may also be the Tok Sidang or Tok Empat. I am not sure of the origin of Tok Empat (4) but I do believe there must be four of them or one of four. 

A customary Malay village usually  starts from one or more groups of kinfolks linked by intermarriages. The primary authority rests with the headman who is usually a member of the principal or founding family. He assumes office usually through inheritance. His duties are, amongst others, to keep the peace of the village, surrender wrong doers to district chief, provides tribute labour and sometimes produce from the village, allocate surplus land and function as judge. By the Malacca Code of the 16th century, he is also required to understand religious law, principle of natural justice, principle of right conduct and customary law or "adat".

The Malacca social structure has been adapted by other states like Perak and Pahang and it might be of great interest to delve into how it all began in Malacca.

It all began in the land of Minangkabau in Sumatra where  matrilineality in descent and inheritance encouraged the men to be engaged in voluntary migration or "merantau" as early as the 12th century. They sailed up the Straits of Malacca and then the Linggi  River and came upon an area much like their own homeland. Unfortunately, the area then was inhabited  by the local aboriginal Jakuns. Legend has it that their women were of exceptional beauty and charm. So the Minangkabau men sought out the headman to discuss marriage. Whilst the Jakuns were initially reluctant they finally agreed to one lady for the Minangkabau leader. The Jakuns were ultimately absorbed into the Minangkabau colonies. They were the Biduanda and Mantera clans of Negeri Sembilan and Malacca.

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They were introduced to the "adat perpateh" which has a pre-Islamic origin of matrilineality and Indic  of pre-Hindu belief and practices as per their metaphorical language of rich corpus of oral tradition found in it's customary sayings or "perbilangan" and "pantuns", sequence of quatrains.

The Jakuns were also  introduced to the techniques of wet-rice agriculture and the teachings of Sunni Islam of the Shafie school of thoughts. 

Later arrivals were not always Minangkabaus. The  later influx of Javanese into Malaya in 1600s were most likely to seek new life away from the Dutch colonialists. There are many Java villages, Kampong Jawa in Malacca  including the one on a hill in Alor Gajah, Malacca. Through intermarriages they too became assimilated into the Minangkabau  community.

Invariably, the villages became organised into matricianc ("suku"), subclans ("perut" meaning stomach) with common ancestress and lineally related members of matri-unilocal residential units. With this I recall my own "suku" is named after the locality of our original village - (Solok) Limau Perut - hence, Anak Melaka Limau Perut. I have visited Solok Limau Perut near Alor Gajah, Malacca, but once. It was a typical Minangkabau village with stretches of padi fields in the periphery. The "Buapak", a sub-chief helps to check and oversee relationship among persons.





Saturday, October 13, 2012

Strange Things Can Happen.............

Strange things can happen when you always talk about it.......


With family friends when grandma and  my older brother came to visit.
When we moved to Kota Bahru in the 50s, the people who were previously staying at the quarters hinted out at the strange air of the house. Dad just shrug it off as utter nonsense. Mum never utter a word about it to us, kids.

It was a two-roomed wooden house, with a servant's room adjoining the kitchen. In those days a servant's room would just have a wooden deck, about 3 to 4 feet high at a section of the room which may also serve as a bed. All it needed further was a mattress. The two other rooms were on either side of the sitting room. My younger brother and I took the one furnished with two single beds.

For some unexplained reasons we never used  the bathroom adjoining our bedroom. Even when I needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night I would make a sound till my mum gave me the green light to enter the master bedroom and use the bathroom there. I had always felt a dislike of the bathroom adjoining the kids' bedroom. I can't explain it further except that it gave me the creeps. Surprisingly, my brother who was about 6 years old did not use it either. It was only used occasionally by some people attending the Immigration Office in front.

In the evening, after dinner, mum and dad would often sit atop the front steps chatting away while we kids did our homework or reading in the sitting room. It was much later after we had moved that they related to me what they had seen on some of the evenings. 

Once they had seen a flying thing with fiery trailing tentacle-like structures from it's belly side. They just watched it as they knew better not to utter anything when seeing such a thing. 

At another time they had seen a dark shadow moving under the mangosteen tree on their left. They had bolted into the house before it became clearer what it was!

Those were the golden age of Malay film industry and there were a number of Malay horror movies like Pontianak, Anak Pontianak, Sumpah Pontianak, Dendam Pontianak and  Orang Minyak to name a few. At school, we would spend recess time  discussing the movies we had seen while some would also spice it up with what they said were true experience. I think all these activites somehow affected me in some ways. I had nightmares fairly often. At times I couldn't move my body even when I tried to yell. I often visualise a shadow trying to sleep with my brother across the room.

One day my parents announced that we were going to visit a friend in Rantau Panjang. This place was an Immigration checkpoint near the Golok River. There was no road there and the only way to get there was to take a train. Once we went across the railway bridge to Golok Town on foot. Malaysians loved to go there to buy Thai made tableware and other household items. Crossing the railway bridge on foot was quite an experience ..... just do not look down, they said.

The whole Immigration Dept community lived in the quarters provided. A family friend had had some friends visiting them and his wife had just gone missing. Dad had come all the way from Kota Bahru to lend a hand. A search party was organised but it was unable to find the missing woman. News had it that it was some months before she was found on a tree in a forested area, without a stitch on !







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Book Review: Iran Awakening


Iran AwakeningIran Awakening by Shirin Ebadi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Shirin opens her prologue with the admittance of the state on the killings of it's critics. While straining through piles of files and interrogation transcripts to build the victim's family case she saw the killing list which states that she would be next.....

Shirin recounted her childhood and university years during what was to culminate into a very tumultuous period of Iran. It had traversed the period of the Qajar Dynasty, Reza Shah, Mohammad Mossadegh and Shah Pahlavi with devastating consequences. Soon she found herself serving an unpopular government within the justice system.

I remember back in 1971 when the 2500 years of Persian Empire celebration was held at the ruins of Persepolis both with utter pomp and extravaganza. $300m was spent on silk tents with marble bathrooms, food and wine when so many poor didn't even have baths. The exiled Ayatollah Khomeini was livid.

Soon the Shah Pahlavi absconded and the Ayatollah was back. Laws were rewritten as fast as they could ....so was women's status. Shirin, the once lady Judge soon found herself "transferred". The same transgressions on human lives repeated themselves this time in the name of you know who.

It would appear to me that the the revolution resulted in changing one tyrannical rule with another......She remained in Iran helping out victims of the power of the day. The Nobel Peace Prize was an acknowledgement of her effort and sacrifice in a country still having problems with it's human right issues.


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