31 December 2011

* kopihangtuah signing off 2011 with 5,000 blog visitors


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... the objective of * kopihangtuah is pretty much to leave behind impactful and unforgettable knowledge, just like the coffee stain left behind on the surface of a table...



am no poet, but I do feel good sharing knowledge across to others. It is my love for knowledge that inspired me to start this blog, * kopihangtuah. It is the "philosophy" at work - broken down into 2 words, "philo" which means love in Latin/Greek and "sophy" which means knowledge in Arabic. It does not matter what kind of knowledge as long as it has values for others to benefit. So far, my blog posts covered areas such as Book Reviews, Culture, Economics, Fiction, Health, History, Literature, Memoir, Politics, Religion, Save the Planet, Travel and my Random Thoughts on various matters. Whatever they are (subjects), the objective of * kopihangtuah is pretty much to leave behind impactful and unforgettable knowledge, just like the coffee stain left behind on the surface of a table.

Dear followers of * kopihangtuah. You have been awesome! I must thank you all for supporting me. I know many of you are friends and relatives but surely I don't have 5,000 families and friends? Out of the 5,000 blog visitors to date, over 90% are people whom I don't know. I must thank you all for visiting my blog. I hope your visits are/were more than just mere visits. I hope you actually read the articles that I post onto this blog. The messages that I convey via * kopihangtuah are issues that my intended audience ought to ponder upon, and take actions for betterment of life. Hence my blog intro extracted below:

....and they say "Tidak Apa" to everything that happens in their lives. Little do they know, when they sit and reflect, they'll realise that so much has been wasted. And soon they will regret not acting upon it and say ".. I should have thought about it when I was with my mates having a sip of that strong black kopi Hang Tuah..."

Yes, as at today (31 December 2011) 5,000 people have visited my blog in a duration of 1 year, 9 months and 17 days (Totalling 657 days) since its inception on 15 March 2010. Out of that, 2,439 were unique visitors. I am also pleased to report that the highest count (so far) of visitors in a day were recorded on 4 December 2011 registering 105 visitors and 80 unique visitors - when investigated, they were attracted by the post Did the Jala Catched Much?, although I would have thought that my favourite article should have registered such record - my favourite is Hang Tuah is Chinese?

These visitors come from all over the world as shown in the map. Of course the highest contributor would be Malaysia at 1,588 unique visitors contributing approx 65% to the total count. Second would be USA at 255 unique visitors contributing 10%. This is followed by Singapore, UK, Indonesia and Australia. There were also countries which I didn't think would appear in the internet hit - such as Malta, Sudan, Morocco, Ukraine, Algeria, Lithuania, Iceland, Honduras, Nepal, Bahamas, Serbia and many more.

I do hope all my 48 blog posts (24 in 2010 and 24 in 2011) to date mean something to you (visitors); if not moral values, entertainment values. I also hope that more people will leave comments after reading my blog posts. It has been a pleasure writing for you and I must endeavour to produce more and better materials. Hopefully one day I can reach 1,000,000 visitors (God knows when?). But for the time being, 5,000 is good enough for me. So, do continue your support by visiting www.kopihangtuah.blogspot.com whenever you are free. A special thank you should also be extended to www.mole.my for writing an article covering my blog post at My Name is Bin Mohamed. Again, thank you all and with this, I, * kopihangtuah, signs off 2011 with full of pride and gratitude; and would like to wish everyone a Happy New Year. May 2012 is blessed with God's graciousness that is ever blossoming. Amin (Amen)

... signing off 2011 with full of pride and gratitude; and would like to wish everyone a Happy New Year. May 2012 is blessed with God's graciousness that is ever blossoming.






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28 December 2011

My Name is Bin Mohamed


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.... my name has two "Alarm Triggering" words. They are "Bin" and "Mohamed". That in itself, qualifies me for unfair treatment by immigration officers .....

ecently I watched the movie My Name is Khan. It is indeed an inspiring movie for those who are sincere in ensuring that Muslims are not mistreated simply by way of stereotyping as a result of the ill-actions by fanatics and extremists that kill thousands in the name of Allah. "In the name of Allah" seems to be their martyr reason. What does that really mean? Killing innocent human beings just to make a point? Just to say that we Muslims are not happy with what the world is doing to us? Utter crap really. That act in itself makes the treatment against Muslims worse than what they alreay are. Of course I am against those unreasonable Jihadists that make Islam a bad name. Concurrently, I am also annoyed with non-Muslims who, conveniently, take advantage over such situation to out cast Muslims from society. There have been many cases. That movie My Name is Khan is not a made up scenario. It happens. It is real. Muslims (good ones) seem to be caught in the middle between unfair non-Muslims and extremist Muslims. In the first place, I am not sure whether those people (extremist Muslims) qualify as Muslim, given their non-advocacy of humanitarian approach.

I can share with you my own experiences in Western countries to demonstrate how the lives of Muslims have become somewhat melancholy with the wake of such hatred against Islam. 9-11 just makes it worse to unforgiveable proportion. I am a Muslim Malay man from Malaysia and my name has two "Alarm Triggering" words. They are "Bin" and "Mohamed". That in itself, qualifies me for unfair treatment by immigration officers. Everytime I pass through immigration, I feel jittery. Not because I have done something wrong, but because I get pulled aside for questioning all the time and the fear of them (immigration officers) not believing what I have to say. It is indeed unfair to me whilst the citizens of those countries may feel that it is fair to them for the sake for the security of their country. In any case, I leave it to you (readers) to decide how best the world should be (in your own heads). So here is my story:

The Pacifics

The American immigration officer only has a few discouraging words, "Malaysia? where the hell is this?".

I travelled the Pacifics for work years ago. To be exact, Republic of Marshall Islands, Commonwealth of Northern Marianna Island, Micronesia Islands and Guam (USA). The immigration, defense and airlines for these islands are controlled by either the Government of USA or companies of USA origin. As mentioned earlier, my passport triggers alarm. Any Malaysian passport for that matter does this regardless whether you are Abu bin Ahmad, Lim Ah Chong or Guna Seelan. The American immigration officer only has a few discouraging words, "Malaysia? where the hell is this?".

He refused to acknowledge Malaysia and wouldn't even bothered to call head office to find out. All he said was that If I wanted to board the plane, I will have to surrender my passport to them for which they will return back to me at the port of destination. I had no choice. I had to take the risk because I have to do my work there on the islands. Imagine travelling with your passport not by your side! what a risky move. Anyway, I followed the instructions. Upon arriving, it took me hours of efforts trying to locate my passport which I finally got. It was left with the pilot and the pilot was about to fly off to another port with it! Damn fool! I was lucky.

The United Kingdom

Apart from the short employment in the Pacifics, I was also given the opportunity to work in London, UK. Here, I thought, will be a safe place for me because there are tonnes of Muslims living in London. But No,.... I was unlucky again. That year, 2005, the extremists bombed most of the tube stations in London. What a chaotic incident. Hatred towards Muslims just got worse and the worst so far back then. I was lucky that I wasn't in any of those tube stations.

It is indeed an unwelcoming feeling when the Brits stare at you. Maybe because I look like a Middle Eastern. There was once, me and my mate, an Egyptian, were working at one of the British company. He pursuaded me to join him for prayers. I agreed, but little that I knew that he wanted to perform the prayers in an open area under the staircase near the elevators. That was my most uncomfortable prayer in my entire life. I couldn't concentrate a single second. Why? People were staring at us. Damn Egyptian...... Anyway, that wasn't the worst.

Once I was travelling in my jeans, jumper and looking pretty rugged because of my habit of not shaving for a whole week until it is Monday morning. Along with me was a heavy bag full of printed materials. Nevermind the printed matter because from the outside, it does look like a heavy "stuff" if you catch my drift. Two police officers stopped me at Marylbone Station. They were polite though. They explained to me that under their Terrorism Act, they have to stop people at random to check profiles, etc. The had so many questions. Where was I from? Where was I going? Where is my passport? How do I pronounce my name? What nationality I am? Do I have families in London? Which countries have I visited lately and the whole works!

"How random is random when you selected me?". They (police) answered, "Well Sir, we can assure you that it was random". I said, "Well, I don't see you stopping any Caucasians".

I only had one question, "How random is random when you selected me?". They (police) answered, "Well Sir, we can assure you that it was random". I said, "Well, I don't see you stopping any Caucasians". To give credit to those officers, they were still polite to me. They gave me a notice ticket as evidence that they have done their job under some Terrorism Act. Such was life of a Muslim back then in London. I am pretty sure they picked me because of profiling approach. For all you know, bombings can be done by Caucasians themselves! Remember the Ireland Republic Army debacle? Well, then was then. I was okay about it. In fact, I was thrilled because the minute I was home, I told my wife "Honey! I was stopped by Policeman as suspect for terrorism" with a joy and happy face. But of course,... I am not proud of it and I am upset from a wider perspective of dignity of the religion that I belong to.

The United States of America

Of course my examples have to include the USA to be complete. I also had the privilege of working in Miami for a few months. This experience was the worst. I arrived Miami having the immigration officers pulling me aside into an interogation room for two hours. Two bloody hours! My boss, who was a Caucasian British, only had one thing to say, "Next time, I'm not bringing you to the US". The questions they asked me was really out of this world! As usual, Where do I come from? What am I doing in the US? How do I pronounce my name? Why is my surname Mohamed? If I am Muslim, why am I not Middle Eastern? and all sorts of stupid questions.

.... the ones (questions by immigration officers) that really amused me were, Have you studied Chemical Engineering? Have you done any military training? Why is your passport not allowed to enter Israel?

But the ones that really amused me were, Have you studied Chemical Engineering before? Have you done any military training before? I can see that you have been to Egypt, why and what was that for? Why is your passport not allowed to enter Israel? What has your country have against Israel? Blimmey.... inside my heart, I was cursing the Malaysian High Commission for barring Malaysian passports from entering Israel.

Then I continued staying in Miami for a week or so to do my work. When it was time for me to leave,.. guess what?... they pulled me aside again! another two bloody hours again! and what was more amusing was that, they asked the same bloody questions again! I think it is their procedure to ask the exact same questions again so that they can check the consistency of my answers. Had I answered those questions for the second round differently from the first round, I would have probably ended up in Guantanamo Bay prisons. God help me. I was lucky again. The professional suits and the clean shaven face did not help this time. I always get stuck with authorities because my passpost has the names "Bin" and "Mohamed".... a bit like Shah Rukh Khan in that movie because his name is Khan. I really hope that all this will improve over time. Both, Muslims and non-Muslims must play their part in making this world a better place. They must coexist. Amin (Amen).





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