AS THE SUN sinks low in the sky, the fishermen draw in their nets and make their way home. On shore, they gather at the wakaf, a wooden pavilion found in villages throughout Kelantan. They reach for a set of musical instruments kept there as common property – rebana ibu, rebana anak, gong and canang. A few of them sit in a tight circle in the middle, then one of the fishermen starts singing. Soon, the wakaf is filled with...
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is a Kelantanese analyst at Penang Institute. He is a writer who seeks refuge in Penang, and agrees with Rumi that the Earth is not our home, we are just passing through.