
The late Abdul Rahman Yahaya (Standing third row No. 6 from right)
During the early nineties, Syun used to invite his nephews known as the Four Musketeers namely Ezman, Malan, Alin and Farly (names according to the order of their ages with Ezman the eldest and Farly the youngest) to Ipoh during the school holidays. With colourful Shah as their mentor, their favourite uncle would arrange colourful holidays activities whether it would be on land or above the sea. Even after Shah was married, the four of them were very at ease with their Kak Nadia.
Coming of age for the four of them were not according to their age seniority. Third in line Alin took the lead in getting into matrimonial wedlock in 2010 and became a father in 2011. As Alin is now a father, his time with the other three are curtailed by his fatherly duties as an ideal husband and father. As such we really missed Alin at the Rebung on the night of Saturday, 10 December 2011 when the other three members were there. The chances of having another reunion for the four of them would be very remote if the rest do enter into the wedlock of matrimony. However, the three of them would have the advantage of a fatherly advice from Alin on the business of family making.
Together with Zam, I have attended all the previous convocation ceremonies for Nana at University Science of Malaysia (USM) in 1997 and Shiwar at Technical University MARA (UITM) at Shah Alam in 2003. However due to my deteriorating prostrate and gout problems, I was certain that I would not last the whole duration of the Convocation Ceremony of Ezman at the Merdeka Hall, PWTC on Saturday, 10 December 2011. In my impending absence, I persuaded Nana to accompany her mother to the Convocation Ceremony.
Since Ezman might feel hurt that I would not be witnessing the conferment of his Bachelor of Accounting with Honours degree, I decided to watch the ceremony through the big screen provided by OUM at the Fifth Floor of PWTC. To my astonishment, I was very lucky to be part of the group that watch the ceremony via the big screen on the Fifth Floor. The group comprised of the family members from various Malaysian ethnic groups of the working adult graduates from both West and East Malaysia who were mostly mothers, fathers, grand parents and freshies who symbolized all the faces of our One Malaysia.
It was a very interesting experience that I enjoyed during 3 1/2 hours watching the convocation ceremony on the big screen. I managed to find a seat beside an Indian lady. Noticing her sulky stern facial appearance, initially I was very hesitant to start any conversation with her. However after about half an hour, when her grand child passed to her a bagful of maruku, she then offered me her maruku. Happily I obliged her offer and that broke the ice.
Mrs. Laksmi was from Sungai Petani and her family of ten came down Kuala Lumpur in a hired van on the early morning of Friday, 10 December 2011 to witness the conferment of a degree in Information Technology and Management to her younger sister in law from the AIMST, Merbok. She did not have enough sleep the night before and that was why she was very groggy watching the convocation ceremony. After hearing her story, I was taken aback because at the first instant, I thought she was an aloof person.
The kids were the most vibrant group who enjoyed themselves on the fifth floor. They mixed easily with the rest of the kids from various ethnic groups and from all over the . They even devised their own instant play games among themselves and they could not care less when their elders informed them that their parents would walk down the stage to receive their scrolls. The children's antics displayed the true spirit of One Malaysia concept.
When Zam told me that Nana wanted a copy of my writings, I started looking for my writings as I did not keep my literary works properly. When my desk top computer was reprogrammed last year, I lost most of my writings that was saved in that computer. Luckily for me, Zam has kept the hard copies of my writings to her brother, sisters and cousins.
Based on these hard copies provided by Zam, I have managed to compile this sparkles from the heart or cetusan hati series. The title sparkles from the heart reflects the sudden outbursts of my feelings and the urge to write something for the remembrance to my children and grand children when they are mature enough to read and understand my writings.
I am also grateful to all my children and grand children who has given me the courage and inspirations that has influenced me in writing mySparkles of the Heart.