
I was born to Chinese parents. Raised as a Christian in a Muslim country. And we spoke English as a first language at home.
Which is, to say, I grew up in the most eclectic of environments. Where the singing of Methodist hymns was as familiar a sound to me as the Muslim call to prayer during dawn and dusk. And where I celebrated Chinese New Year and Christmas just surely as I celebrated the festival of Eid alongside Muslim friends.
I didn’t see it as exotic. Or intriguing. Or strange. It was just the nature of life in Malaysia. Read the rest of this entry »








