Cedric Ang

It is always weird that I can only find time to write when I am being strapped on a chair.

Right now, I am about 5,000 feet above sea level enroute to Kuala Lumpur from Bali, Indonesia. I can’t move because I am at the window seat, and there is nothing to see outside beside some lights, perhaps from Singapore or something.

I had a chance to catch the Sunday service when I was in Bali. Despite having a great night out at Klapa with Max Glazer, I was really well awake during worship.

Allah? Isn’t that what they say is the ‘property’ of Islam, and no one but the muslims can use it? It was a familiar song that I know, but it was sang in Bahasa Indonesia, with Allah the only word that I understand; is this the Allah the Allah that I know? Or did I just hear something wrongly.

You see, back in Malaysia, someone could have been beheaded if was found using the word Allah. Well, not that bad but at least someone decided that it was cool to torch down some church, to show that Allah belongs to them.

Some went over the extreme, perhaps to create some tension between the Christians, and torch some suraus. They could not reach the mosque, because those places would have been heavily guarded, no?

Human beings are always like that, I felt. Why are we so fast in claiming some certain properties as being ours when it is a well known fact that it isn’t?

I don’t understand.