October 2015FOOTPRINTSSunset over Demaring Hill, where Padan Ukab’s ancestors used to roam.
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The intimacy of the questions used to surprise me, but I have now become accustomed to being asked who my adoptive parents are or husband is. It’s not inquisitiveness, although it can feel that way to a city person brought up on ideas of individualism. It is, instead, a way of finding out how I fit into the intricate and complex structure of the close-knit community of Ba Kelalan.Knowing who my adoptive parents are or who my husband is immediately...
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lives in Ba Kelalan sometimes, in KL sometimes. A former journalist who once chased the big stories for a regional newspaper, she now hunts for the small stories in Malaysia’s smallest places.