Maids from Myanmar, Employers from Hell

The Malaysian government is considering bringing domestic workers from Myanmar to overcome severe shortage of foreign maids following a 2-year freeze imposed by Indonesia. Indonesia had her reasons on the freeze, mainly on increasing issues of abuse and poor working conditions in Malaysia. Such is life in this country! I am extremely concerned about the […]

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Night’s Silence, carelessly stacked to one side

I seek the night’s embrace, The deathly silence, No birds, no humans ~ only the swaying leaves to the wind. I need the comforting darkness. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to […]

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Oh my, durians @ Lumphini

Durians, exquisite taste, the unearthly sweet flesh. Huge fruits, sold by numerous fruit sellers, at the roadside and in the night markets. Incredible, unbelievably abundant in Bangkok » setting a surge of tantalising thoughts racing through my mind. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping […]

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The Forgotten ~ Eyes staring into Nothingness [poem]

Crimson-stained lips. The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave, For those living in fear of others seeking carnage; Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul, I seek what little justice for the twisted body, That lies in the wet field. A crushed head, bloodied, Eyes staring into Nothingness, […]

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To my heart, Truth to Everything and Nothing [Poem]

I seek the truth to everything, I sense the desire of civilisation, ~ blind that we are; Clouds boil, the sky closes over, heaven flashes with fury, Then I see nothing. ~ Dedicated to my heart, and eternity. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping […]

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The alley hides a treasure, the common folk doing what they do best

I remember walking at an alley, with a near experience of being bruised by the crushing crowd. The alley was alive, hectic; people moving pass each other, seeking things to buy for the afternoon and weekend. Others were busy bargaining, intensely, trying to get the best price. Everything in Bangkok is subjected to the art […]

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Into the night, beyond familiar grounds, I rode through…

Thighs drenched in sweat, legs feel like lead, taunt muscles, damaged lungs screaming for oxygen. A workout? No, something better… No, not sex, but an adventure on the bike. Travelling on mud-splattered roads, steering through uneven dirty pavements, and into a drained swamp filled with tall weed and insects. One of my many late night […]

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