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Pelangi Ku

Comic Illustrations / Ilustrasi komik: Johnny Ong
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1st WORKSHOP IN 2009: I want to learn. It doesn't mattter if I have to spend my own money to attend these things. If you have any more workshops, please let me know...
She came to a workshop I had conducted over two weekends. She paid her own way, and travelled to and fro without any complaints, because she so wanted the training. I thought I would lose her as a participant by the second weekend, but there she was, on the dot. Since then, she has become a friend. Someone I would go and visit whenever I had the chance. We would talk about the work that we both do, what is the latest news, and the challenges we face. I would try to help her in whatever ways I could. 

Her health is not so good these days. So she would send me a text message once in awhile, and ask me to pray for her. Whenever it is time for me to leave and return home, at the end of my visits, she would have tears in her eyes. It is at times like these, that I think to myself, the words of Richard Bach are so true, “the bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life”. I cannot help but admire her, as a friend, and who she is as a mother to her children. She has so much love for those around her, for those less fortunate than her, for those struggling to regain their self-esteem, for those struggling to make ends meet, yet she too struggles to make a living. I believe very few come close to her generosity.
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Eh, when are you and the rest coming again? I miss all of you!
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STORYTELLER'S HOMETOWN: You are leaving already? Drive safely. Remember me.
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AFTER ONE YEAR: I am not well. Please pray for me.
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STORYTELLER'S HOMETOWN: You are not well and you're still doing outreach. This kind of work is tiring. — It is okay. I feel sorry for them.
She chose to produce a digital story about her lesbian daughter, and questions how fellow Muslims can condemn her daughter's love for her partner, yet continue to claim that "war" and "murder" in the name of religion, is holy. Her story is not the only story of how lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and trans and queer people suffer condemnation in Malaysia. There are many, some more visible than others.

I was pleasantly surprised that she would be willing to tell this story, her story of her, as a mother, and her disappointment with those who would judge her child. I never learnt of this powerful story until the first day of the workshop. I only have greater respect for her.

My Rainbow

Note: There are nuances in Malay that just cannot be translated into English. I have resisted providing an English version of her story because the translation lacks the intimacy her spoken words carry. I do realise, that a translation is still needed for those who do not understand Malay. So please do refer to this transcript in English with the understanding that it still falls short of the power of her spoken words in Malay, of a mother's plea to the Malaysian society, and in particular to fellow Malay-Muslims.

Mum, mama, or mummy

Who among us would not worry

For the child inside us

For 9 months, bound as one

Wherever we may go

We are always together

To be finally two at birth

A complete other

A new character

A new life

A new point of view

Instincts of a different gender

My daughter

She is attracted to her

And that is her true love

I am her mother

I care not what they say, those who choose to whisper,

They invasively question why

They accuse me of neglect

I reply, you who have ill thoughts

Look to your failings first

My daughter is happy

But I, her mother

I worry, will always worry

What will happen to my daughter?

If society condemns her deviant, will they crush her love?

If I, her mother, if I would turn away

From those who put her down

What will her life be like?

What of her soul? Would her life be a living hell?

Is her love so wrong?

While crimes like murder and war are considered holy?

Yet my daughter’s love for that other

Is assumed a terrible sin    

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