Being a Malaysian who loves my country, who loves our food, our culture and our heritage, I thought I knew what it meant to be a Malaysian. After all, how different could we be? We go to the same schools (I went to an SRK and SMK Convent Klang - 11 years in a girls school) and we speak the same languages (I speak fluent Malay) but it wasn’t until I fasted one Ramadan along with my Muslim Malaysians did I truly know how separated we are culturally, that I really don’t know much at all and there is another aspect of being a Malaysian that I never knew, but I guess it’s never too late to get to know each other.
*disclaimer- this article expresses my personal opinion, has some elements of racism, that could offend some people- please read at your own discretion.