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Lessons from the movie: “Letters from Iwo Jima”

During one of my business trip to HQ in Kuala Lumpur, I had to stay at a posh hotel at One Utama, rather than my usual hotel around KLCC area. Time was moving rather slowly  on those days despite an upscale shopping center on the ground floor. Fiddling with TV remote control to kill time, I came across one movie playing on StarMovies. It was “Letters from Iwo Jima” directed by Clint Eastwood, my favorite movie director. I heard about this movie but never watched it before. I watched his other Oscar-winning movies such as Mystic River and Million Dollar Baby. Mr Eastwood was a man with a message. He delivered his messages through  movies and only thinking men and women  and and of course Oscar Award reviewers can catch that message and appreciated it.

Lets go back to this movie.

It was about a loyal Japanese Imperial Army General Kuribayashi, leading his army in defending an island of paramount interest to the Japan motherland during WWII.

General Kuribayashi led the Imperial Army and was based on Iwo Jima island.  When the defeat was imminent, he secretly wrote letters to his wife Yoshi. Young soldier, Nozaki, discovered the letters later when he was instructed to destroy all the documents at the command center but he hid them instead rather than burning them all. The letters were discovered long after the war, thus the name of the movie.

Nozaki was a naive and simple man. He was a baker before joining the Imperial Army. He was drafted against his will and never was a soldier at heart. He just got married and the wife was pregnant when the call to join the Army came to his hometown. He had this conversation with his wife before leaving to serve the Emperor.

“What am I going to do when you are dead?”. The wife was so worried.

“I am not in the coffin yet!”

“Those men never came back. Not even their souls.”

“I am coming back for our child” Nozaki said confidently.

There is another character in this movie resembling Nozaki. Another young soldier just graduated from prestigous military college, was sent to the Iwo Jima after he did not execute simple order from his superior to shoot the dog which made a noise in the neighborhood while on duty on the mainland.

These are all simple and naïve characters in this movie with loving heart.

Quite unpopular a decision, General Kuribayashi replaced an experienced Admiral Ichimaru with a young Lieutenant Nishi from Cavalry unit who attached more importance to his well-bred horse rather than the grim reality of war.

Some of General Kuribayashi’s famous inspirational words to his army:

“One must  kills 10 enemy soldiers. Don’t expect to come home alive. Long live the Emperor.”

“If this island falls Americans will use it as a base to attack homeland. We will defend this island at whatever price.”

Lesson Learnts:

1. Loyalty pays sometimes.

2. You are what you choose to be.

Peminta sedekah profesional di Yangon, MYANMAR

Di luar masjid, selepas selesai solat Eid Fitri pada hari Isnin 21 September 2009, peminta-peminta sedekah berkeliaran di depan muka pintu menunggu jemaah keluar. Jemaah melimpah ke jalan raya di depan masjid. Kabaye Pagoda Road — menghubungkan downtown Yangon ke lapangan terbang antarabangsa — tersangatlah sibuk. Bukan sahaja dengan muslimin yang baru lepas solat raya. Peminta sedekah mewarnai kehidupan kotaraya dengan 6 juta penduduk ini.

Seorang tua yang tangannya terketar-ketar mengikut aku ke kereta sambil berkata: “Old man, old man. Nobody here”.

Peminta sedekah di kota Yangon adalah pemandangan biasa terutama di persimpangan jalan utama, pasar-pasar dan masjid. Mereka menagih simpati dengan mendokong anak-anak kecil dan berlari menuju kepada kereta yang berhenti di persimpangan lampu isyarat, kemudian mengetuk cermin kereta untuk menarik perhatian pemandu dan penumpang, sambil menunjuk kepada anak kecil yang di kendungnya dan membuat isyarat tiada wang dan belum makan lagi. Hati kita akan mudah tersentuh. Cerita kanak-kanak kecil yang dipinjam oleh peminta sedekah ’profesional’ dan diberi ubat tidur demi menagih simpati bukanlah cerita baru di sini. Cerita yang sama pernah didengar di Malaysia. Peminta sedekah menjadi satu kerjaya dan diberi gaji tetap oleh majikan mereka. Mereka adalah pelakon disimpang-simpang jalan, mengendong bayi-bayi kecil untuk menagih simpati. Tetapi tak dapat dinafikan ada yang betul-betul miskin dan tidak mampu berusaha sendiri.

Kebanyakan expatriates yang baru sampai akan mudah bersimpati dengan peminta sedekah terutamanya di luar masjid dan terus menghulurkan 1000 kyats kepada yang pertama yang menghampirinya, tanpa menyedari selepas itu, ramai lagi akan mengerumuninya meminta jumlah yang sama, dan jika tidak diberi, setengahnya berubah menjadi abusive dan mengikut kita sampai ke kereta.

Jadi jika anda mudah bersimpati dan tiada banyak wang, jangan hulur di depan orng ramai, sebaliknya tunjuk sombong dahulu, dan biar mereka ikut kita sampai ke kereta. Hanya seorang dua sahaja akan ikut kita sampai ke kereta, dan sebelum sahaja masuk ke dalam kereta dan pintu ditutup, baru hulur, dan lepas tu terus jalan. Sebab itu orang tua di atas berkata: ”Nobody here.” Dalam erti kata lain, dia memberi gerenti kepada saya jika saya memberi wang kepadanya, orang lain tidak akan tahu dan mengganggu saya. Satu lagi pilihan ialah memberi sejumlah wang kepada kakitangan masjid dan suruh mereka bahagi-bahagikan kepada peminta sedekah yang ramai itu. Mereka ada kuasa dan kepada yang melawan atau degil itu, mereka boleh menghalau dari kawasan depan masjid begitu sahaja dalam loghat tempatan. Kaedah ke tiga menghulur sedekah ialah memasukkan ke dalam tabung masjid, tetapi saya difahamkan wang ini tidak akan sampai kepada peminta sedekah, sebaliknya akan digunakan oleh jawatankuasa masjid untuk bayar bil dan penyelenggaraan masjid. Pengurusan bangunan termasuk rumah dan masjid (building maintenance) satu kerjaya yang mencabar di Myanmar di mana sumber tenaga eletrik utama (main power supply) ialah dari generator dan sumber backup datang dari syarikat eletrik kerajaan. Power. Ini adalah sesuata yang terbalik berbanding dengan keadaan di Malaysia di mana backup ialah dari generator. Power blackout ialah sesuatu yang sangat lumrah, hatta tempat yang paling kritikal dan strategik seperti lapangan terbang dan hospital, bekalan eletrik boleh terganggu.

Mengapa 1000 kyats, anda mungkin bertanya? Kenapa tidak nilai yang lebih kecil? Denomination paling asas kepada expatriate ialah 1000 kyats (bersamaan USD1 = RM3.50) kerana apabila mereka menukar USD ke kyat di pasaran gelap, inilah note yang paling banyak diterima, dan note inilah yang paling besar nilainya di pasaran. Berkuatkuasa October 2009, Kerajaan Myanmar mula mengedarkan note 5000 kyats di pasaran, dan dijangkakan harga barangan asas dan kadar inflasi akan mendadak naik. Myanmar adalah satu negara unik dari segi ekonomi – under US sanction dan secretive military government and that makes me don’t mind getting posted here. Saya akan tulis lebih lanjut tentang ini dan kos sara hidup di Myanmar dalam posting lain. Itu adalah satu lagi topik menarik pasal Myanmar.

Tempat ramai peminta sedekah di kota Yangon ialah persimpangan jalan berlampu isyarat. Memang banyak aktiviti di sini. Persimpangan Kabaye Pagoda Road dan Dhamazedi Road dan Shwe Gon Taing Road, antara yang popular. Ia seumpama pasar kecil. Bila lampu isyarat bertukar merah dan kereta terpaksa berhenti, penjual bunga, surat khabar, keputusan nombor loteri, hatta penjual sirih akan menerpa kepada kereta yang berhenti menawarkan khidmat mereka. Sekali pandang, keadaan memang bahaya tetapi jika anda lama di Yangon seperti saya, lama kelamaan keadaan ini menjadi lumrah dan biasa. Bunga-bungaan ros, orkid dan jasmin yang diikat dijual dengan harga 200 kyat (lebih kurang  RM0.70) menjadi hiasan dan pewangi dalam kereta dan juga dibawa ke pagoda untuk tujuan sembahyang cara mereka.

Solat Hajat in Yangon, Myanmar

July 6th, 2009:

Today is a public holiday in Myanmar. One of my staff printed something about this holy day and put it on my table, when I asked her what is the fullmoon day of Waso. I have not seen what she printed. So I cannot tell you what this public holiday is all about. In the meantime follow the link to know all fullmoon days in Myanmar. Yes they have a lot of fullmoons, at least one per month.

It rained the whole day with intermittent somewhat clear sky. Cannot blame the nature. It is monsoon season in Yangon, which means water is everywhere. It will be a wet, wet life for the next kapla months.

Unable  to make it to the fairway for a round of golf, I turned on the dumb box and watched “AQaeda Ambush” on NGEO channel.   Boredom ruled after that. I booted up the PC to work on this website, having just migrated to wordpress from blogspot, and many things still not working properly. Coppermine photo gallery — guest user could see my entire albums. WordPress theme plaintxtBlog — the title’s  font size still the same despite I have already changed the style.css file.  Cpanel — do not know how to delete the folder in the cpanel file manager. You see, I have so many things to do. Bear with me. This post is under category Rambling, so let it be.

The phone rang. Haji Shafien was on the other side. “Saya buat solat hajat malam ni kat rumah. Datanglah!”.

His apartment is at the other side of Yangon, in Mingalar Taung Nyunt township, to be exact. Near Kandawgyi Lake, if you know Yangon. So I called my driver to pick me up.

We started with yaasin, tazkirah, solat maghrib, solat hajat, dinner. In that order.  Most guests left after dinner, but I stayed on for solat Isyak and a cup of teh tarik (lempeyek in Myanmar), knowing very well that nobody was waiting for me at home, save that merciless wordpress problem.  Tazkirah was delivered by the host in English, translated to Burmese by Haji Kamaruddin. He said the objective of this gathering is to perform solat and doa in jemaah, so as to attract Allah’s attention faster. Ukhuwwah or brotherhood and solidarity are key to the success of this  ummah. Our brothers are fighting kafiroon in Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine, sacrificing their lives, but we did not even move a finger to help. Forget about Jannah, he said. The talk was simple but full of message. It moved me.

I admired Haji Shafien for his down-to-earth people approach and seamless assimilation with local Myanmar people. For this solat hajat, he also invited his masjid friends. They introduced themselves using moslem names. It is not their real names as per registration card. Here everyone must maintain their Burmese name, regardless of their belief. Burmese names are not easy to write, to pronounce, let alone to remember. I found myself struggling even with my local staff names. Haji Jalal is a retired civil engineer with the government agency. He has a son — a hafeez — in Penang, Malaysia. Haji Yunus is a maulabi (religious teacher). Haji Kamaruddin is staying near masjid in Mingalar Taung Nyunt. Mr Mohideen is a traditional medicine man at Mingalarze market. Mr Ibrahim just came back from Malaysia four months ago, where he worked as roti canai (prata) maker at Taman Melati, KL. Haji Abdullah is a driver with my company. I could see his wife and lanky daughter running about in the kitchen, helping and serving.

Looking at their faces, you can tell they are simple, humble and sincere. Mr Ibrahim spoke in Malaysian better than I did, having spent 14 years in Malaysia. I did not have their photos, unfortunately. They are my friend’s friends, therefore my friends also. They are my brothers in Islam. Allahuakbar!

I left his apartment at about 9:30pm. My driver was waiting downstair with umbrella in his hand.  Gusting wind accompanied the rain now, picking up momentum.  Just before he dropped me at my apartment lobby, I shoved 3000 kyats into his hand. I gave him the white plastic bag given to me by Haji Shafien’s wife just now. ” Take it home to you wife. I think it is rice and chicken curry”.

b u m i s e p i v3

June 21 2009

Today I successfully migrated this website to wordpress. Previously it was on blogspot. But you still can access the blogsport version which I called bumisepi V2 at blogroll. Bumisepi V1 is the original one, based on simple Word files. Why wordpress, you may ask?  Apart from rich in features and supports, it has something to do with politics. In Myanmar, some websites are  blocked by the military regime  among others blogspot, gmail  and yahoo mail. Updating this blog on demand is nearly impossible under this circumstance. Cannot do much. We respect their rules. I aways believe there is always a reason for everything we see and cannot see.

WordPress  – was informed it makes awsome sites. Well to me, so many things need to be un-learned and re-learned. Back to school time.

Anyway if you guys out there have better ways to reach to the star, let me know. Email me at abuadam2006@gmail.com.

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