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The Madness of MokcikNab
Motives, movements and melodrama in the life of a thirty something mum.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Why you so like dat?
Adam wasn't happy during dinner, last night. Halfway through his Pasar Malam Taman Tun kebab, he complained :
"Justin got me into trouble"
Earlier in the evening, Adam and his tightest friends, Justin and Andrew, rendered the forests a favour by making airplanes out of a ream of typing paper. Justin and Andrew are also our neighbours, so the three boys were doing what all suburban kids do nowadays : play in the streets.
"Justin threw his plane right into this man's car. That man thought it was me, because he didn't see Justin". (Apparently, by that time the guilty party was crouching behind a parked MPV)
"The man stopped his car and scolded me and said You do that again aaah!", he enacted, with wagging finger and furrowed brows.
"I said I didn't throw the plane", Adam explained, by now rather miffed.
"Then he marah me in Cantonese. I didn't understand but Andrew translated it for me because Andrew knows all the Chinese words and he tells me every time." Good for Andrew. So, what did the man say, I asked.
"The man said Stupid Muslim F-Word"
F-Word is Adam in verbatim, because he's not allowed to use the word "Fuck", especially not at the dinner table. The remarkable thing is, he was more concerned about the F-word than he was about the affront to his religion.
"Why are some people like that?", he asked. "Justin said he would go to hell for saying that and I hope he's right"
I know we should take his concern seriously, but his father and I thought it was rather funny, especially if you know how Adam can be when he is so earnest. We told him that there are just some nasty people out there, and it is quite probable that the man reacted so rudely because he was unhappy with himself, or because his parents didn't teach him good manners. And we added a small part about not being a bigot towards anyone, but only a bit, because we didn't want to make a fuss about that, since Adam at the moment is blissfully unaware of those dynamics. I am proud that Adam is quite happy shredding paper and collecting frogs and playing bicycle soccer with boys he knows by name, not by race.
If you don't see the barrier, we think, then there is none.
Adam wasn't happy during dinner, last night. Halfway through his Pasar Malam Taman Tun kebab, he complained :
"Justin got me into trouble"
Earlier in the evening, Adam and his tightest friends, Justin and Andrew, rendered the forests a favour by making airplanes out of a ream of typing paper. Justin and Andrew are also our neighbours, so the three boys were doing what all suburban kids do nowadays : play in the streets.
"Justin threw his plane right into this man's car. That man thought it was me, because he didn't see Justin". (Apparently, by that time the guilty party was crouching behind a parked MPV)
"The man stopped his car and scolded me and said You do that again aaah!", he enacted, with wagging finger and furrowed brows.
"I said I didn't throw the plane", Adam explained, by now rather miffed.
"Then he marah me in Cantonese. I didn't understand but Andrew translated it for me because Andrew knows all the Chinese words and he tells me every time." Good for Andrew. So, what did the man say, I asked.
"The man said Stupid Muslim F-Word"
F-Word is Adam in verbatim, because he's not allowed to use the word "Fuck", especially not at the dinner table. The remarkable thing is, he was more concerned about the F-word than he was about the affront to his religion.
"Why are some people like that?", he asked. "Justin said he would go to hell for saying that and I hope he's right"
I know we should take his concern seriously, but his father and I thought it was rather funny, especially if you know how Adam can be when he is so earnest. We told him that there are just some nasty people out there, and it is quite probable that the man reacted so rudely because he was unhappy with himself, or because his parents didn't teach him good manners. And we added a small part about not being a bigot towards anyone, but only a bit, because we didn't want to make a fuss about that, since Adam at the moment is blissfully unaware of those dynamics. I am proud that Adam is quite happy shredding paper and collecting frogs and playing bicycle soccer with boys he knows by name, not by race.
If you don't see the barrier, we think, then there is none.
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