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  • A Facebook friend of mine wrote:

    Kata Uwan Baruh, memanglah nampak jijik tapi tak apa, anak cucu, apa nak jijik pulak, dulu kecik kecik masa baby, dicium cium pepeknya, naik basikal atuk, terselit kaki dalam rim tayar, uwan yg sapu minyak. Makan mangga ada ulat, ulat pun sedap, uwan memujuk. Naik belakang kerbau, jatuh dalam parit, kepala terbenam dalam lumpur, lima ekor lintah kerbau melekat di peha, jangan bunuh, buang sahaja.

    Memanglah jijik jika fikir2, tapi tak apa, anak cucu. Malas makan ubat cacing kena menonggeng, Uwan Adang tarik cacing keluar dari bontot dengan rokok daun nipah. Kalau tak tarik keluar, tak selesa tidur, cacing akan mengemut-ngemut.

    Uwan Milah yg duduk di Simpang bela barangkali 100 ekor kucing, di bawah rumahnya banyak itek dan kambing, tak jijik pun, dia sayang binatang, kasihan tengok kucing kurap datang dengan muka mohon kasih sayang. Kalau musim padi tengah berisi dan buahnya melayut, Uwan Milah tidak kisah burung pipit berbondong hinggap, sedekah katanya.

    Uwan uwan tersebut telah lama pergi bertemu Al-Kholik namun sekali sekala teringat, mereka wanita hebat, hati mereka, tingkah mereka. Musim berganti dan bila kita ceritakan pada anak2, mereka membayangkan kita mendendangkan mitos semata.

    The original post is here:;
    The artwork is his - water colour on A3 paper.
  • In English:

    Of course it was disgusting, Granny Baruh said, but it's all right, nothing is disgusting when it's your child or grandchild. Granny kissed their bums when they were babies. Rode on Grandpa's bike, got a foot stuck in the tire rim, it was granny who rubbed ointment on the injury. Ate a mango with a worm in it, granny cajoled that the worm is just as sweet as the fruit. Rode the buffalo, fell into the ditch, head first into the muck, five buffalo leeches sucking on the thigh, don't kill them, just get rid of them.

    Of course it's disgusting if you thought about it, but it's all right, when it's the kids and grandkids. Too lazy to take the anti-worm medicine, bend over while Granny Adang pulled the worm out of the bum with a nipah leaf cigarette. If you don't pull it out, it is uncomfortable to sleep, with the worm wiggling about.

    Granny Milah who lived at the crossroads, kept perhaps 100 cats, with dozens of ducks and goats under her house, nothing disgusted her, she loved animals, felt sorry for the mangy kitty creeping up seeking affection. When the paddy seeds hung low and heavy, Granny Milah didn't mind the sparrows that came a-pecking, it's charity, she said.

    The grannies have long gone to their audience with The Almighty but occasionally these remarkable ladies come to mind, women great in hearts and action. Seasons pass and when we relate their tales to the young ones, t'was as though we sang them naught but myths.
  • The short story (memoir?) my friend penned got me thinking on the nature of love.

    The things we would do for love.

    The things we'd put up for love.

    Love swallows the oily bile that threatens to rival the pea soup projectile in The Exorcist.

    Love ignores the stench that turns the most stalwart of stomach.

    Love make light of disease and pain to bring cheer to the gloom.

    There was a year that I had the worst food poisoning ever. Nothing stayed down; not rice, not water, not the shiny green apple so crunchy and tart. I threw up the apple on the stairs as I crawled up to bed. My parents found me sobbing in my mess; ashamed and frustrated. My Daddy cleaned up my mess, said not a word about it. My Mum cleaned me up, dressed me and tucked me in.

    Who would clean up after you for no pay except for love?

    No one, except for those who love you.

    And now, I clean up the sick on the occasion my nephew puked out his sputum, or when my niece had too much candy.
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