Visited Muar for the first time today. Usually Hamza and Sharifah go there during Raya to visit a relative of Nenek who, as far as I understand things, looked after the young Sharifah at a difficult time. This time we, and quite a large team, accompanied them.
The house was very old and simple and it was clear that the people there didn't have a lot in the way of material possessions. But as is so often the case here, there was none of that sense of depression attendant upon poverty that you get in England. Far from it, in fact.
Places that should feel run-down somehow are not so. A richness of spirit lies at the heart of this.
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