When life changed for Ghani, Adrian and me | Selangor Times
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20·08·2017
Issue 118

 

Selangor
When life changed for Ghani, Adrian and me
Writer: Allison-Murugesu Ghani
Published: Fri, 09 Dec 2011

Life has always been good. Well, pretty good anyway, all things considered.

We live a comfortable life, have a decent roof over our heads, and enjoy holidays locally and abroad. In many ways, we are the typical Malaysian with the attitude – I am okay, so what the heck?

The world is Adrian’s classroom.

My first encounter with the Orang Asli of Malaysia was in 1994, when my late husband and I joined a group of friends for a weekend trip to Tasek Chini in Pahang.

It was a very touristy introduction, and we never really gave a second thought about our indigenous brothers and sisters until 16 years later.

We left home when Ghani decided to study law as a mature student in 2000. After living abroad for eight years, we decided to give up the rat race and return to Malaysia. We took two years off to track our way home via the scenic route on land in our trusty 4×4.

In 2008, we left London when our son, Adrian, was three years old and arrived in Malaysia just in time to celebrate his fifth birthday. We had travelled  through 46 countries on four continents.

During our travels, we made a point to experience as much of the local lifestyle as possible, especially in Africa. For five months, we camped in tribal villages, and were often welcomed into the homes and hearts of total strangers. We were offered food by families who could barely afford to feed themselves, and were shown such warm hospitality that I can’t even begin to describe how humbled and grateful we felt.

Kedang Pil fighting for his life.

Upon our return to Malaysia, we settled back into a non-nomadic lifestyle with some difficulties. Not only did we have to integrate ourselves back into a society we had been away from for 10 years, but we also had to deal with certain health issues faced by Ghani.

We realised that our travels had totally changed our mindset and outlook of life.Our involvement with the Orang Asli communities began in early August 2011, when Ghani saw an Al Jazeera report on television titled “Malaysia ethnic tribes ‘forced to convert’” one evening.

I was in the kitchen when Ghani called for me to come to the living room and watch the feature. He was gobsmacked by what he saw and heard on the television.

There we were, looking at villages in Malaysia, somewhat similar to those we saw in Africa. Surely this was not happening in Malaysia, and surely the report was not true? The only way to know the truth, Ghani thought, was to find out for ourselves.

Pus oozing out of the ear of this toddler.

We lived just 15 minutes down the road from the Temuan Orang Asli Village in Sungai Buloh. One Sunday morning, we took a drive out to the village and spent the morning chatting with the villagers.

This gave us a much deeper insight of some of the issues faced by the Orang Asli not just in the rural interiors, but also the urban fringe villages that are within close proximity to the city. They live without electricity, basic amenities, and still depend on gravity-fed water supply.

We also found that in this particular village, healthcare services were poor despite being so close to the Sungai Buloh Hospital. The local government-run clinic did not seem to take their ailments seriously. A two-year-old toddler, with pus oozing out of his ear, had been given only eardrops for the past four months. Eardrops alone would not have helped to clear the infection as the wound needed cleaning too.

It was our fateful encounter with Kedang Pil, brother of the village matriarch, that drove us to do what we could for the Orang Asli communities.

Kedang had spent the past few months in and out of the local Klinik Desa, with complaints of prolonged cough, fever, chills and lethargy. Each time he visited the clinic, he was prescribed paracetamol, cough mixtures and painkillers. He was told to go home and rest.

One morning I got a call from Kedang’s niece saying that her uncle had collapsed and was admitted to the Sungai Buloh Hospital. He was placed in an isolation unit, and his family did not know what had happened to him.

Ghani and I rushed over and were informed that Kedang had been diagnosed with tuberculosis (TB), and that he was in very critical condition.

Kedang passed away two days later. Trying to get his body released for burial was a challenge. Kedang was a Malaysian. He was no different from me, and yet, because he was an Orang Asli, a different set of rules applied. I left feeling perplexed.

The release of his body for burial was delayed, as we first needed clearance from the Jabatan Hal-Ehwal Orang Asli (Orang Asli Welfare Department) and was questioned repeatedly about his religion and which burial rites should apply.

An elderly Orang Asli man being given first aid.

This was followed by yet another challenge to get the other villagers tested for TB, as they had lived in close contact with Kedang. The children, some of whom were coughing themselves, had been exposed to other children in the local schools.

Our frustrations were brought to the attention of Datuk Ambiga Sreenevasan, the Chairperson of the Malaysian Bar Council’s Committee on Orang Asli Rights (COAR). She surprised me with a phone call one evening asking details of the issues faced by the village, especially in relation to their healthcare. She then brought this to the attention of Tan Sri Dr Mohd Ismail Merican, the then director-general of health.

This marked the beginning of Ghani’s, Adrian’s, and my active involvement in working with different Orang Asli communities. We served as observer members of COAR and co-founded a community support group with some members of COAR and leaders of the Orang Asli network.

The support group seeks to provide school supplies, guidance and support to several community-run pre-schools in Orang Asli villages. The pre-schools are set up and facilitated by the Orang Asli themselves. The aim is to give each child an opportunity for literacy and not to be at a disadvantaged position once they start their formal education in government-run schools.

Since Ghani’s passing in March this year, Adrian, who is now seven years old, and I have carried on with our volunteering work with the Orang Asli Learning Centres Community Project, COAR, and other initiatives involving Orang Asli communities. 

All these  are carried out on a pro bono basis, something we have always been grateful for. We have been blessed in life, and this is just a small way for us to give back to society.

Volunteering our time and energy has benefited us greatly. Very often, we find that we receive much more than we’ve given. We have much to learn from our indigenous brothers and sisters, even simple life’s lessons on humanity, humility and the grace of giving when you do not have enough for yourself.

Many have asked how I’ve managed to drag Adrian along on field trips to the interior villages, sometimes up to four days, with no proper water supply, electricity, sanitary facilities, access to medical amenities and often without substantial food.

Well, we manage. You learn to live without the mod-cons we have in our everyday life; and more importantly, we learn to appreciate what we do have, knowing how fortunate we are to have them when others at our doorsteps are living without.

Adrian spent two of his most formative years living a nomadic life, travelling overland through different countries, experiencing different cultures with different traditions and belief systems. He adapts as all children do when given the opportunity to experience different environments. He plays with the local kids, and they look out for him. He joins in their traditional celebrations, and can Sewang as well as any Orang Asli can.

Children’s arts and craft.

As a mother, I cannot be more thankful for the experience Adrian gets from our work and the wealth of knowledge shared with him by other volunteers, field workers and local villagers we work with. The world has always been his classroom and it continues to be so.

There is still so much to be done. There are still so many wrongs to be corrected and so many issues to be addressed – from land rights to just basic human rights. From creating awareness amongst the communities, advising them on their rights as Malaysian citizens, to walking with them in their efforts to preserve their unique identity, culture and traditions.

As volunteer field workers, we work with the grassroots communities, doing what we can in our own small little way. One thing is for sure though, no matter how small a part anyone plays, it is never insignificant.

You don’t have to engage in grand, heroic actions to participate in the process of change. Small acts, when multiplied by many people, can transform the world.

 

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