Thursday, March 9, 2017

Shadian

Shadian

I saw a pretty Chinese lady in tudung awaiting us as we alighted the coaster, which departed from Kunming almost three hours earlier. Khatijah Wang later informed us Zaharah is the local government officer appointed to meet us. It was an awesomely huge and beautiful mosque built entirely from the local people’s funds. It is said to be able to hold 10,000 people in prayers and is the pride of the local Muslims. The small electronic board next to the mimbar showing current prayer times, had the waqt entirely in Chinese characters next to the time of prayers and it was an invigorating sight to Malay Muslims like me who I guess always hold a quiet secret wish that all their fellow Chinese Malaysians are also Muslims. Wouldn’t that be just awesome? Being just the true Shongti or brothers in Mandarin, that I suspect all Malaysians dream of.

Shadian this quaint little town to the south east of Kunming holds only about 20,000 of the entire State’s Muslim population of 800,000. They are definitely less than the 100,000 or so in rural North east Chao Tong but they are an industrious and invigorating population contributing almost RMB4 billion, and at its peak RMB14 billion, to the State GDP. This industriousness was epitomized by the elegant looking youngish entrepreneur Aishah Ma who greeted us earlier at her family’s halal instant noodles factory in Najiyen, the sister Muslim town of Shadian. Aishah said she is the youngest of seven children of her late businessman’s father, a respected leader in the local community. 

Khatijah our guide and friend who speaks English with the ever-present Malaysian ‘lah’, explained Ma is actually a short form for Muhammad.  During the Yuan Dynasty the Chinese Muslims were asked to Sinonised their name to assimilate further into Chinese society. The majority of the Muslims in China are of the Hui race who display traces of Arabic or Central Asian descent.  Hui we are informed literally means people who wants to go back ; that wish is of course now cast to the wind and they are as Chinese as the majority Han. Khatijah further explained like Ma which is the shortened form of Muhammad they also have Chinese surnames like Na, Sa, Ru and Ding, which you’ve guessed it, is the shortened form of Nasarudin the son of the first Muslim Governor called Governor Zahid. I heard that explanation not without a tinge of pride, imagining myself as a Chinese State Governor in days of old.

In Shadian we met Imam Daud, the Ahom (Imam) of Shadian Great Mosque, students Ibrahim and Musa, and Khatijah’s sister and auntie called Fatimah and Mariam. Khatijah explained traditionally the local imam will be invited to name all new born babies and hence the preponderance of Khatijah. Aishah, Fatimah and Mariam in her hometown. In order to not confused the local school teachers each Muslim child also carry a Chinese name. So she is Khatijah Wang Zhe and Aishah the entrepreneur is Aishah Ai Tse. I wonder what the Muslim governor’s Chinese name was.

The hospitality of our hosts wherever we were was overwhelming. As usual we were treated to an 18 dishes dinner. We were informed there was a circular from Beijing requesting the number of dishes to be reduced for guests of honour. We understand the Chinese Provinces appealed this circular and compromised at a maximum of 30 dishes. We were glad our hosts did not take full advantage of this relaxation of the rules. The food as usual were delicious but one can only take so much of a good thing.


The province we were in is supposed to be one of the backward provinces but with bullet trains, and twin towers amidst the glimmering skyscrapers we were hard put to seek the backwardness in the capital city of 8 million. We also forget sometimes that a state in China can be bigger than most countries in South East Asia in terms of size and population.  With a population of 1.4 billion people they are slightly bigger than Malaysia’s 31 million. With such a cutely sized population that we can hold our heads up high to a nation/continent of 1.4 billion in some areas is something we can appreciate with a tinge of pride. We teach them at what we are good at, and they do appreciate that and if we can instill a little bit of dakwah in our efforts we may just plant the seeds of a hopeful harvest in the future. May Allah swt guide us. We pray the blessings of Allah swt on the roh of Sa’ad ibni Abi Waqqas r.a the Sahabat sent by Rasulullah s.a.w during his lifetime, and the father of almost 100 million Muslims in China now.

Monday, January 2, 2017

A Cu Berry Memory

A Cu Berry Memory,

It didn’t happened, the Zahid family stayed firmly in Malaysia this December school holidays. After three years in a row, Globe- or rather Europe- trotting Mama said lets rest this year, and see what happens after Kakak and Zahir finishes their respective PT3 and UPSR/KSSR this new school year, God willing. A last minute Asian location for snow was also voted down. So we decided on a cuti cuti Malaysia location but only after the mandatory visit to KB for the children to reconnect with their cousins. Papa also had University Seminars and Surau Ceramahs to attend to in KB which fits the bill to a tee, whilst Mama reengage with her siblings. We learnt our lesson this year and decided to fly to KB instead of driving, to avoid what happened last year during the flood prone season. A back to KB trip turned into a sojourn in Pangkor when the East West Highway became impassable through a land slip. However we were not spared flood related suspense when Cik Yum’s house seemed temporarily threatened with a mini flood. As Papa was a Seminar speaker the next morning, we seriously considered buying Papa, Phua Chu Kang plastic boots to walk to the main road to be picked up by Hj Shukri for the Seminar. However providence was with me, the mini flood didn’t happened and I managed to drive Cik Yum’s Wish to the Seminar. A participant have the option to miss a Seminar, a Speaker has to be there come hail, rain or fire. I, and other members of the Movement for Monetary Justice NGO, are passionate about our Cause, in revealing the true cause of the current financial woes of ordinary people, being the virulent, poverty gap widening, and purchasing power stealing, current Monetary System.

A choice was given as to where our cuti cuti Malaysia location should be, and led by Adila the choice was overwhelmingly Cameron Highlands. There is only one place for us in CH and that’s the full of ambience hamlet like Resort on top of the Tanah Rata hill. I will name the place if the Resort owner will agree to a suitable advertising fee 😄.  Papa have always wanted to return to this place to chase memories and repeat picture poses we took ten years ago. Ten years ago strawberries were cu-berries to the two preschool girls, and Zahir’s stroller was a permanent part of the family armament. We found the location where we took the picture 10 years ago and tried to repeat the pose with Mama as camerawoman. Kakak repeated her pose perfectly, Adila replaced her cheeky grin with a teenager’s smile, and Zahir stood in front of Papa instead of being carried in Papa’s arms. Yes Cousin Kat, your Uncle cheated by not carrying Zahir but you will forgive me I’m sure for the 2 month old baby then is, well, not quite a baby now. We also repeated one together with Mama in front of the Resort’s signpost, but this time with a family selfie just to keep up with the times.

We had more time to explore Cameron this time round and drove through every nook and corner we missed before. The famous Resort-organized Cameron Walks will however remain in Papa’s Wish list as the magnetic attraction of internet and Miss Weefee was too strong for the family. 

And I might add Cameron was particularly cold this time round, middays at 16C and I’m almost certain much lower in the wee hours of the night. I am glad we were not born Cameronians though, as the family could hardly get out of bed in the hibernation inducing cold. The cold however reminded us of how luxurious a piping hot rain water shower can be. 

Praise be to Allah for simple blessings.

Zahid