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Hailed from Kuala Lumpur, I spent a lot of my early childhood growing up in the city, with the same typical Malay patterning of rearing- went to the government-funded and Islamic school, had to be back by 7pm, mountains of homework and in which saturdays were filled with social work and in which the mundane routine stopped until I was 12, where a transition of my life had commenced. The third of my 4 socially-amiable siblings, my dear elder sister whom I shall refer here to my only kakak, my disciplinarian brother- abg emi and my bubbly and down-to-earth lil sister, Nani- whom are all proud children of the Idrus’s family. My mom, ‘Mama’ who is now residing overseas, has made my life even more meaningful.

Why do I call it a transition? Simply because my family and I moved to the capital of the People’s Republic of China, where enculturation and cultural mixings occurred here, and that I had been exposed to a new style of living until I was 15. This emergence of a new life phase means so much to me, much of it rewarding and that I had started to recognize the patterning of the other side of the world, opening up branches of new perspectives, yet still bound with tragic memories. The death of my father, the less love it was from the parents and the loneliness of my mother’s hardship (even if she was reluctance to show it).

 From Beijing I went back to school in Melaka. My Malacca High School established in 1826 in which my profound experience recalled when I spent two years somewhow analysing the different types of personalities we have in a Malay community. The dishonest, the kind-hearted and in the midst of student’s clamour and din, the envy and the bossy. The beautiful and not so beautiful fond memories of mine- the English language debate which my participation made it into the quarter finals, the music club and my friends who are now successful in their lives.

 Moving on to the next phase of my life, my life then continued to the pursuit of my first high college diploma- Diploma in English Communication in MARA Professional College Indera Mahkota, where most of leadership qualities and interpersonal skills were all developed and nurtured here. The president of Peer Guidance Club, English Language Society, Advised Ekspo Pendidikan MARA and the like. I can easily recalled the sweet singing melody of my friends when we used to mingle together. My dedicated lecturers, Kak Yati, Mdm Dahlia, Shereen, Ms Syam and others who I am deeply indebted for their awesome guidance and motivation. Not forgetting, the three ’stooges’ of my good friends- ‘Rizzuan’, Afiq, and Zamil’ has seen forming a long-lasting frienship knit.

 And here I am, in the pursuit of self excellence, at the beatiful and scenic Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia, majoring in English language Studies.

2 Responses to “Mozac”

  1. Nani Says:

    aha.. transition phase yeah? well i believe thats a seasoning to life whereby u keep on experiencing new events be it in overseas or right here in malaysia itself!! mayb from a normal skool to boarding skool that could be a transition as well for those who are used to be cared for at home like angels. or from a surrounding full of malays to a place where different races mix could present as a culture shock aka transition. but based on ur intro..it sounds exciting how life had treated u..wanna share more??

  2. Dritz_Huan@IIUM Says:

    Assalamualaikum,
    “yet still bound with tragic memories” Muzhafar, 2007
    Mozac, still remember me? Aha, how are you? oh can i leave comments since i am not a UKM student, ooo what the hack…
    Well those tragic memories do give you a big lost right, so dont keep on blamming your self, we’ve talk about this 2 years back… (what a memory?) just believe, it was faith, we which still here just keep praying for those that isn’t. so, if he was here now, he would be proud for what you have done so far… i’ll always have faith in you!!!
    Ma’salamah, Wassalam!!

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