Photo courtesy of faridfotoI've been blessed to have been able to travel and see different cultures and races in different lands. I've lived in a foreign country for a few years too.
Never once have I ever thought about migrating and calling another place home, though.
You see, despite all our differences, despite all the political shenanigans, despite the apparent public-money wastage, despite the natural and unnatural disasters, despite the uncouth racial and religious extremists, despite the increasing crime rate, I am still able to walk in the streets without fear at any time of the day. I am able to make a decent living. I enjoy being able to have buka puasa and loh-sang with my friends of various creed and religion. I cherish the respite of a variety of religious and cultural holidays. I am free and independent.
I thank God for level heads and restraint prejudices. I thank God for the counter-balancing opposing viewpoints. I thank God for the land that I live on.
After all, aren't we all here as transient guests of God in His guesthouse? Shouldn't we be on our best behaviours and make our stays as welcomed and as pleasant as possible while we are guests in His guesthouse?
Forget catchy slogans. I just want Malaysia.