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More than just race

In the midst of all these racial hulla-baloo, I want to remember their faces and names in my life. Because they are, too often, left aside while race gets elevated to become the only living signifier. When I remember the names and faces of my friends, I remember their quirks, aspirations, character and the memories we’ve shared together.

If I am to pick one touching memory, it would definitely be that time when I developed an allergic reaction and had to be taken to the hospital. My friends chose to wait for me until I’m allowed to leave in the wee hours of the morning, just to make sure I’m not alone and to take me home after. (Lol look at the second picture, I actually looked terrible and this pic is the most decent one)

Perhaps what we need right now isn’t intellectual points to win the argument for unity but compassion and understanding. Perhaps then we’ll see the whole debacle for what it is – a manifestation of distrust and fear due to our broken relations with one another, which must be resolved not merely by mending the institutions and law, but also the heart. #SayaAnakMalaysia

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