The
Childhood…!!!
Days used to
be simple…yes! We have less money back then, but the value were more compare to
nowadays…we can buy a kilogram of fish with just five cents…and a complete meal
with a cost of additional five more…my parents own a paddy field (everyone
does)…and getting a bowl of rice is just a piece of cake…we got tons of rice
for the whole village to feed...I still remember back in the days where the dry
season is on, and the paddy field has ended (because the paddy only sprout once
a year back then), we would build a small ranch nearby the paddy field and eat
there….all of my siblings and nieces will bring their mom’s specialty and eat
together there…sometimes my dad (my grandfather) would bring a cane and chase
us all because we stay there too long and shout “have you forget the way back
to your house…?” Hahaha
Every
morning, we would get up as early as five in the morning and gathered at the
well nearby…the water is cold as ice and it is pure and clean (which you can
drink directly from the well itself)…If the drought season is around, the well
would dried up, and everyone would go to the river-side and take a bath, clean
our clothes, and play around…we were never scare during that time because
almost all the river-side is packed with the villagers…and they are doing the
same thing…
Your
granddad is a policeman…and he is a well-respected person in the village (because
people see policeman differently back in the days compare to nowadays)…and he
got a handsome salary compare to other villagers (I think around RM 40 or so a
month)…even though the value is not that much now, but back then, that figure
can feed the whole family, plus he can still save half of them each month…
How I wish
those time to never end…!!!
I’m A Little
Bit Badass Myself…!!!
I must
admit, I’m a little bit boyish back then…climbing trees…swimming in the river…collecting
fruit in the jungle…were my pricks and parcel back then…even my brothers are
not as active as me…I remember this one time when I was little, and I saw all
my siblings and nieces were heavenly swimming at the river-side…for some reason
I take my dad’s clothes and wear them (as If I were him)…and then I walk
towards those pricks…suddenly one of them shout “Pak Hamid Dah mai Oiiii…Lariiii…!!!)
hahaha All of them run like crazy and when they realize that I were the one
whom act like my dad, they would chase me back (but no one dares to hit me…)hahaha
Going to
school is more fun back then…even though the school is quite far, but we were happily
walk there by ourselves…sometimes you granddad would sent us using his bicycle
(this is considered as rich during those times)…and everyone would awe us…your
aunt zaitun would sit at the front, your aunt zahara would sit at the back, and
me would sit at the middle…we were like those circus clown on a bicycle…
Things That I’ve
Learned…!!!
From this conversation with my mom, I’ve
learned a lot about my family history…plus my dad’s…since both of my parent
comes from a same clan (Both of my parents are from the “Wan” clan), means that
their storyline is not that far off…I just realize that Wan Mat Saman is my
ancestor…I mean, I only know him from the history book for digging a river
across Kedah to enable everyone to stock their water drainage for agriculture
purposes…I just know that Wan Sulaiman is my great grandfather (from my dad’s
bloodline)…she told me that he is the first Kedah’s Mufti…and has serve the
palace for quite some time…I just know that my great grandfather Wan An’ (from
my Mom’s side) is a village chief during the Japanese raid in Malaya before the
independence day…and my mom said that he is big…and his size is just like those
Englishman that first came to our country…(big and tall)…haha
Hearing
these story makes me feel glad that I’m a part of them…listening to my mom’s
story make me realize how proud she is being one of the members too…those
people has done a lot of good deeds and were praise by many during their time…so
it occurs to me that I need to do something of my own to balance the trade J
Just Imagine
that one fine day you are a nobody, but suddenly the next day people tell you
this big and amazing tale of your bloodline which make you felt that “I need to
be somebody too…” Haha I know that for some people this statement could be
considered as a brag…(but that is what I was aiming too exactly)… but I don’t
care…I want to brag…because at least once in my life, I have a chance too…
~My Family
Are Awesome~
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