Moui.Net – Written from the Heart
Time is so long, Life is so short
“Oh fuck, why am I dreaming this again!” As a student of activism and humanitarian relief work in the late 1980s, I often had bad dreams. What struck me the most was how lifelike they were. The nightmare followed, stalked me, often senselessly when I was in the field, either endlessly coordinating supplies to be […]
Throughout my many journeys, I met many Orang Asli who shared a respect for Nature. Orang Asli are the indigenous people of West Malaysia (Peninsula), with less than 200,000 people within a cluster of tribes. Trees have always been held in particularly high regard : by their many communities, who show unearthly reverence or a […]
Physically, the huge region of South East Asia is not one land at all. From north to south it is a sprawling mosaic of hills, dotted by volatile clans of volcano and rolling green rainforests, placid lakes, vicious rivers, tapering off between fertile shorelines beset by treacherous tides. In many parts a cruel sun and […]
The soil is baked lifeless by the sun and desiccating winds, and the inhabitants and their blank gaze move at a weary pace. Then, five months later, just when the heat seems unbearable, stifling, the clouds that have been piling up in the distance burst open to disgorge torrential rains. Much to the cries of […]
I am not what you want me to be. I am not the fire of activism, nor revolution. I am not the sweeping force that crushes your enemy. I am not your inevitable destiny, and I am not your hero. I am not part of your aggression, nor am I a part of peace. I am […]
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 the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfuryMore Posts – Website Follow Me:
Towering heights of Kuala Lumpur, majestic, soar unsteadily like flagpoles, precipitous and sheer. Old feet, deserve the pavements. — A walk to the Orang Asli village ~ Like being embraced by time, bountiful, and by the merciful nature, protectively. — I view this realm, this world, with scepticism, how the wonders feed me too much, […]
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