Rain in Sentul, A Rainbow in My Heart
“Rain in Sentul, A Rainbow in My Heart”
I grew up in Sentul, a neighbourhood painted with many colours. On the same street, my neighbours were Malay, Indian, and Chinese. We ate different foods, prayed in different ways, and celebrated different festivals, but deep down, we shared something greater – a quiet sense of belonging.
I still remember the day a sudden flood swept through our street. The water rushed into our homes, and fear filled the air. Yet, what I remember most is not the chaos, but the kindness. Uncle Maniam came with a rope to pull our motorbike to safety. Aunty Lim knocked on our door with a plate of hot fried rice, even as her own home was drenched. And I, just a little girl then, felt warmth in the middle of the storm.
That was the day I learned: Malaysia is not just a name on an identity card or a shape on the map. Malaysia lives in the moments we reach out to one another without asking about race or religion. Malaysia is in every hand that lifts us when we fall.
Now, when I walk again through that same street in Sentul, the old houses still stand. But what stands strongest within me is a quiet certainty – as long as we choose to stand together, Malaysia will always endure.
submitted by Tuan Ahmad Fahmi, Rafflesia condominium
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