Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Private

Aidan wanted to write a blog.
I was elated.
I told him, just start one and write whatever.

He shared with me his first write-up.

And that's the reason I'm putting this blog into private mode.

It kills!
....

Aidan,
I'm sorry for what I've done and wrote.
I didn't see the mess until the mess was told.
I know you know I meant well.

About the JDM, the word and all...

I have my side of story..
so that you will read and understand when the time comes.

BARUA

(I'm posting it here, before Aidan got his own blog established)

BARUA
Muhammad Afieq Aidan bin Mohd Ashraf

“Babi kau dahla pendek aku bantai kau barua”-beyl

Actually I don’t know what did i do receive this stigma. Of course, i am not the ideal height for a 14-year old probably healthy male; but what about “barua”? What defines “barua”? Am i a “barua”? Are you “barua”? What are the effects of “barua”? Should we “barua”?

BARUA ORIGINS
The actual definition of barua is turned 180° to the “barua” known to students, specifically boarding school students.

“Barua”
1.(v.) Reporting to higher authority any wrong-doings done by a specific party e.g. smoking
2.(n.) People who “barua”

Well, I have to admit that original group of people who started this trend of labelling others as “barua” did a great job of spreading the message. The effect of their actions are just so strong, it is still present until now.

“Barua” is now also known to take other forms like “makpot” and “taipot”.

MY STORY
From the first day of boarding school, I have always struggled to make friends. I was casted as an outsider to locals. In fact, I wasn’t the only one. Klang Valley citizens were definitely the minority. Pekan roads were not exactly like the busy nights of Kuala Lumpur.

I was mentally bullied. I did not know what to do. As a 13-year old boy who was homesick, mentally bullied and hundred of kilometres from home, I cried a lot. I tried to tell my parents about how people treated me, they shrugged it off saying I was just homesick. I wasn’t going to let people smudge my face with a welcome mat every night. I had to do something.

When they realised what I was going through. My parents were sad and mad; and alhamdulillah my parents were very vocal and protective of their children. My mother urged the school to investigate. The school did nothing. We were sad and quite shocked. My parents lost all hope on still studying there with all the stupid reasons the management gave to avoid investigation.

Alhamdulillah, transferred to a different school on 9 April 2018 in Alor Gajah, Melaka. Nobody knew why I transferred schools. Had fun there probably until they found out about my mother’s blog.

My mother runs a blog. A lot of readers. Quite well known. And if you search in my current school’s name, scroll down and you find a bunch of blogs about my experience back in Pekan.

The stories about my mother’s blog spread fast. ”Kau tahu tak mak Aidan ade blog…macam2 ada”

People started to tease me about the blogs. “Alahh…jangan koyak dan, nanti mak kau buat blog kang,” was what I usually heard when I get upset about something. The joke about the blogs stopped around October 2018.

Fast forward to early 2019, people started to rediscover the blogs. I usually tell them to get away from me. Bla bla bla. JDM and everything else happened.

August, they started calling “barua” for something they even know the truth to. “Barua” became a label to me to the point when you think of me, you think of “barua”