I've been busy with business lately. I rented a space during KAEDFest and sold my old novels and CDs. I asked Dina, a Sudanese studiomate to help me out and she opened her Henna booth. I, on the other hand used my only eligable talent of that time which was reading people's personality through their handwriting. I asked one of Dina's customers to write Saya naik feri pagi tadi, studied her handwriting and presented my findings. She was flabbergasted. A few minutes later, there was a huge crowd queuing and laughing at eachother's personality disoder. I didn't mind, since I was charging them 50 cents each and after 4 hours of 'predicting' people's private emotion, I made 60 ringgit. I wasn't predicting. Aiya. It's written psychology, something I'd learned and mastered years ago.
Some Maarof Club Members accused me for promoting a syirik practice. I accused them for being stupid.
Dina did beautiful henna designs and whenever she's bored, she'll pick a random topic to discuss. She saw me telling a friend of mine about one banned book I was selling, The Line of Beauty. "Afiq, why do you speak english to Nadira even though both of you knows how to speak malay?"
"Because she wants to. I don't mind" I answered.
"Well I won't speak english when I'm with Noor or any of my arabic speaking friends. Why would we want to speak english to eachother?"
"Some of us malays distinguish and elevate their status by speaking good english, so to tell people around them that they are considerably rich or their family is of good breed."
"I don't understand."
"Me neither, well, put it this way. I'm speaking to you in english because I can, because I was schooled in an english speaking school. Schools with english as their medium are usually private schools, which indirectly leads to another conclusion. Some are just comfortable speaking english. Whatever the reason, I would never speak english to random people. So berlagak.
"It's just a language Dina. People who thinks English is something to be proud of are stupid. It's, it's unIslamic"
"Where is Afiq and what have you done to him?" Dina guffowed.