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Last weekend, I took a flight to east Malaysia with my colleague for a business trip. The departure was on a Friday morning hence we arrived at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport an hour earlier to check in.
After checking in, we proceeded to the departure gate. Just before we entered the said area, we had to scan our hand luggage and walk through a metal detector.
Upon stepping into the vicinity of the scanners and detectors, I almost passed out. A few villages of old Malay folks swarmed the area, all dressed in white – on their way to Mekah, I suppose.
They were rude, ignorant and every other inhuman word in the dictionary. The way they did not queue, coughed out loud without covering their mouths, pushed me around… It was despicable!
I must have looked so upset that even my colleague noticed. She said, “They are on their way to Mekah. When they arrive, their WHOLE FAMILY will greet them at the airport. From the oldest to youngest member of the family.”
Somehow or rather, I took that statement lightly.
Right after the plane had landed in Kuala Lumpur on Saturday night, my colleague and I made our way out to the arrival hall. Upon passing the luggage collection area, I almost passed out again.
There were approximately 6 conveyor belts in motion, each and every one of which was swarmed with those old ignorant folks dressed in white. It was then that I thanked God I did not check in my luggage.
I walked right past them and proceeded to the arrival hall. The number of brown skinned individuals that gathered there made me feel like I was Celine Dion and all of them came to welcome me to Malaysia.
My colleague was right and I could not believe my eyes. You would not too unless you have seen it for yourselves. Honestly, I have nothing against Malays but they way they behave really disgust me… Sigh.
You will never believe me until you have met a Malaysian Malay. Welcome to Malaysia.
Last weekend, I took a flight to east Malaysia with my colleague for a business trip. The departure was on a Friday morning hence we arrived at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport an hour earlier to check in.
After checking in, we proceeded to the departure gate. Just before we entered the said area, we had to scan our hand luggage and walk through a metal detector.
Upon stepping into the vicinity of the scanners and detectors, I almost passed out. A few villages of old Malay folks swarmed the area, all dressed in white – on their way to Mekah, I suppose.
They were rude, ignorant and every other inhuman word in the dictionary. The way they did not queue, coughed out loud without covering their mouths, pushed me around… It was despicable!
I must have looked so upset that even my colleague noticed. She said, “They are on their way to Mekah. When they arrive, their WHOLE FAMILY will greet them at the airport. From the oldest to youngest member of the family.”
Somehow or rather, I took that statement lightly.
Right after the plane had landed in Kuala Lumpur on Saturday night, my colleague and I made our way out to the arrival hall. Upon passing the luggage collection area, I almost passed out again.
There were approximately 6 conveyor belts in motion, each and every one of which was swarmed with those old ignorant folks dressed in white. It was then that I thanked God I did not check in my luggage.
I walked right past them and proceeded to the arrival hall. The number of brown skinned individuals that gathered there made me feel like I was Celine Dion and all of them came to welcome me to Malaysia.
My colleague was right and I could not believe my eyes. You would not too unless you have seen it for yourselves. Honestly, I have nothing against Malays but they way they behave really disgust me… Sigh.
You will never believe me until you have met a Malaysian Malay. Welcome to Malaysia.
