samedi, juillet 14, 2012

Friends and Family at the Book Release

 Thank you for coming, everyone!

Hikayat Babies

With Shazlin, my friend since Seri Puteri days
and her kids, Kalia, Tuah and Nisha. Where are you Putra?

With Yolanda, a gem of a friend

With Damien, an old friend and writer
and Ruben (far left)

Sisters, Khadijah and Farah
with Mum

Seri Puteri gang again
Dearest Habs and Uyun who just arrived from Hong Kong the same day.

The Rantau Panjang clan
Thank you Eita (middle front),
my sister in law who arranged the exhibition

With Kak Mah
the eldest cousin in the family

Crookshanks

Ilena was besotted with gamelan

Introducing Srikandi Inrasara
of upcoming book, NAGA - A Legend of Tasik Chini


A short video-clip on the book launch

The Hikayat Book Launch

Welcome to our home
Happy Birthday Abang!


Presenting Hikayat

Gamelan break

Book Signing

With Mum and editor of Hikayat
Puan Kamariah Jaafar

My life and raison d'etre!





mardi, juillet 10, 2012

AN INVITATION FROM ATMA

Wish me luck!


I have been invited by the National University of Malaysia, UKM, to speak on Hikayat's journey.

I would like to thank Prof Ding Choo Ming of ATMA for his support and encouragement.

dimanche, juillet 01, 2012

Kosmo : On The Cover


Can you see that smile?
My only hope is that more people
read Hikayat.

mardi, juin 26, 2012

HIKAYAT : THE UNOFFICIAL PHOTOS



The morning after, the scent of lilies reminded me that the book launch did happen. It wasn't a dream and the most important people were there either physically or in spirit, with me. My family and friends, and the people who made it all happen - my mother, Pn Kamariah Jaafar who worked on Hikayat as well, Fuzana, my editor  from Utusan and En Malek, to whom the exhibition was dedicated to.
Moments like these are best shared with family - hubby Rudy and daughters, Narissia Inas, Nadessia Ilena, Nafertari Ikesha, Naquessia Irani and Natassia Iman.

Iman, together with Inas and good friend, Alysha were in charge of registration, book sales, press kits. They did a marvelous job. Thank you girls!

Hanif, Iman's classmate during their Form Five days, was the official photographer. We are waiting for his expert shots. That's Goki, on the right, one of my favourites from Iman's former class also. Likewise, I am pretty sure I am his favourite Aunty.

Inas and Alysha with their friends and my extra hands whenever I have small events at home. Hakeem, who is not in this photo, is doing digital illustrations for my future book on Dragons and Serpents (2013). My sister in law, Wan Rosnita arranged the illustrations for the exhibition and she too, did a fine job indeed!

My gamelan performance


My upcoming book
NAGA - A Legend Of Tasik Chini
(August 2012)

Cover illustration  by Narissia Inas
Design by my good friend and associate  Apratim Mukhopadhyay of Enter Cerebrum, India

Thank you, everyone!

Next segment : The official blogpost of the Hikayat Book Launch, Exhibition and Gamelan Promise.

vendredi, juin 22, 2012

ninotaziz on HIKAYAT

My stand on the Malay Hikayat

dimanche, juin 17, 2012

ARTIST MALEK RAHIM ADDS MAGIC TO HIKAYAT

 En Malek is satisfied with Hikayat and has just finished 
his illustration for my next project : NAGA

En Malek Rahim's sketches of Malay dancers and Kadazan warriors are regularly featured at the Butterfly Park souvenir shop at the Lake Gardens. After a long happy but weary day with the girls, I found myself staring at these beautiful black and white illustrations and fell in love with the obvious detail, care and love that went into these drawings.

The shop assistants had the artist's phone number but they warned me that En Malek was a bit shy. They gave me his number as I was insistent. That was seven years ago. Since then, En Malek has illustrated four of my books From The Gathering, SRIKANDI, HIKAYAT and NAGA. Each book had a different style but all unmistakable in their homage to our culture.

ILLUSTRATIONS FROM HIKAYAT
 Panji Semirang

En Malek started out in design work for the textile industry for 15 years and then left to venture into illustrations that portray Malaysian scenes. He is reticent about his art and yet would be fiercely vocal about my work, encouraging me to ensure it becomes accepted and widely read. Our partnership is strengthened by our mutual  love for the Hikayat and we would both comment on each other's work without reserve until we get the results we are both satisfied with.
An avid reader and observer of past designs and artwork, En Malek would bring me books to study especially when he finds collections of his father's own Hikayat books. I am blessed to have En Malek as a partner and I hope the rest of the world would also one day appreciate this quiet unassuming man's artwork for the genius that it is.

Putri Saadung

Thank you En Malek.

lundi, juin 04, 2012

Why I wrote Hikayat


Our Malay Hikayats deserve to be on the world stage along side all other great epics of the world.

I am ninotaziz daughter of Abang Tik daughter of Chu Rahmah daughter of Yangchik daughter of Bebunga. And I remember the stories being told night after night, grandmother to granddaughter to granddaughter.

Our history spans more than a millennia. And there is certainly a continuum of history that is preserved through the very legends of the land.

We have inherited a legacy of a myriad of legends, as rich and exciting as the Greek mythology or as revered as the Ramayana poems of Valmiki and yet sadly - these classical works are fast disappearing. Many of our Malay Hikayat originated from a Sultan’s wish to record his royal lineage. The Sejarah Melayu, Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa and Misa Melayu are examples of this. The origin of Sejarah Melayu or the Sulalat us Sulatin may never be uncovered but throughout the 16th and 17th centuries, versions were zealously updated, it was time consuming work, each volume faithfully copied by hand.

Professor Dr Ding Choo Ming of ATMA, UKM says:
Dua perkara penting telah dinyatakan dalam definisi itu [classical Malay manuscripts]. Pertama, media karya sastera itu ialah manuskrip. Ia lahir di celah-celah tradisi lisan dan percetakan. Kedua, karya itu lahir di istana dan bukan daerah pedalaman dengan sastera lisan berkembang dan diperkembangkan.”

There are also astounding works of literature, which language is beautiful and cosmopolitan in nature. This is because, the Malay cultural revolution and classical literature were shaped throughout a period of changing influences which fused effortlessly in the region. Buddhist tenets during the Srivijaya empire and Hindu teachings during the Majapahit kingdoms pretty much found deep roots in the Nusantara existent until today. Our epic legends are collaborated in other classical text especially in Java, China throughout the 13th to the 17th centuries and more modern writers in the 18th and 19th. When Portuguese traveler Tomes Pires of the 16th century in his Somu Oriental recounted the story of Parameswara from Palembang who commanded his Orang Laut, his version closely corresponded to that of the Malay Annals which alludes that the descendents of Seri Teri Buana of Palembang founded Singapore and Melaka.

Then Islam arrived as part of the Muslim world expansion. In the medieval period of Islam up to the 14th century, the Muslims led the world in their pursuit of knowledge and in science. Muslim scholars were aggressively studying Greek, Persian, Egyptian, Indian, and Chinese documents, amassing huge libraries and making astounding discoveries in astronomy and mathematics. Muslims were also purveyors of stylized art and literature.In this way, the Islamic influence extended to our shores, and, to our literature. This is where the word hikayat originated. Some epics such as Hikayat Hang Tuah actually bear witness to this transition from Hindu influences in the beginning to Islam in the ending.

Historian, Prof Tan Sri Khoo Kay Kim elaborates on the term hikayat:
Although the word sejarah has long existed in Malay vocabulary, hikayat was more widely used. Many historical works tended to focus on the genealogies of ruling families-these were called salasilah. When history appeared in verse form, it was also known as syair. The term hikayat indeed tends to imply that, in traditional Malay thinking, history was not punctiliously distinguished from literature.

There is no doubt, the world found the Malay epics fascinating study. Though R.O. Winstedt was critical, he was totally dedicated to the study of the Malay romances and sought to collect many of the surviving books. Amin Skinner, Teeuw and Shellbear poured over the Malay manuscripts, studying its content and influences. Today, 151 libraries and museums in 28 countries hold the bulk of the old manuscripts.

We need to bring forth these epic legends through theatre, story telling and books and other media, especially movies.

Why?

For one, these legends are priceless and part of the world’s intangible heritage, just as monumental as any historical structure such as Cambodia’s Angkor Wat and Java’s Borobodur. In the intricacies of our classical literature, we will rediscover a civilization so cosmopolitan and complex.

It is high time we gave it its due worth and recognition.

I am Zalina daughter of Abdul Aziz, son of Tok Muda Salehuddin, son of Tok Awang Pekan, son of Tok Nik son of Tok Tunggal son of Tok Ghafur son of Tok Haji son of Tok Sabur. And my mission is to see that these classics come back to the main stream and flourish.

Review by The Malaysian Reader
Review by Sir PokDeng
Review by Nisah Haron
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Next segment : Malek Rahim - The artist who brought the Malay World to life

vendredi, mai 04, 2012

HIKAYAT

Available online at www.mybooks.com.my
Alhamdulillah.

I just came back from Utusan Publishers office. Picked up Hikayat hot off the printing press.

A bit teary and wondrously happy that Hikayat is finally printed and should be in the bookstores at the end of the month or so.

I have so many people to thank. First and foremost my Mum, Puan Kamariah Jaafar who edited and wrote introductions for each story in hikayat. My late grandmother, for telling me the stories all those years until she passed away. The last story we shared over and over again was NAGA Tasik Chini. MrsKhaw Choon Ean is the most loved English teacher by her students at Seri Puteri - I can't thank her enough for encouraging and nurturing my love for poetry. To these three strong women, I owe my chosen life vocation to reviving interest in the Malay Hikayat in this format.

I would like to thank Prof Ding Choo Ming of ATMA, UKM, Prof Tan Sri Khoo Kay Kim and Adiguru Pak Nasir for their feedback and guidance while I was writing Hikayat.

This book was truly the result of hardwork by so many people. YM Raja Toh Puan Raja Teh Zaitun Raja Kamarulzaman inspired the title Hikayat, Datin Vasanthi coordinated the lay-out, Evelyn Lam did the design, Ram, Iman and Inas did research and proofreading. The beautiful cover art by Raduan Man and illustrations by Malek Rahim took the book to another level.

Many years ago, Jit Murad said to me, if you want to write a book, make sure it is something important. Make it big! His kind words of encouragement still stay with me until today.

Two people have been there for me when Hikayat was just an idea, waiting to be written. Until today, these two wonderful people God has chosen to include in my life stand by me - my editor, Noor Fuzana Yaakub and my husband, Rudy Daud. Without them, I would not have had the strength to continue this journey of discovery of the Ancient Malay Kingdoms - Hikayat.

I thank God for the blessings I have received.

samedi, avril 28, 2012

NAGA

I would like to apologize to all my blogger friends. I have been totally away from the blogosphere for a while. The truth is I am consumed with writing my first ever novel. It is entitled NAGA and is just about finalized. The editing process is about to begin.

I would like to thank a few people who have helped me with this 'project', more like life-long dream. First and foremost, my Mum, Puan Kamariah Jaafar, who is still going through the whole manuscript, editing and adding many layers of detail, crucial to making this the story it is. Our late night discussions back and forth is a test to see whether we have thought through the storyline fully. Next, the 'brutal' Remgold from across the border, Cat-In-Sydney, Ayoh Wang , Pakcik from Al-Manar who will deny he had anything to do with this and Audrey Danasamy all the way in Ho Chi Minh City.

There is still quite a bit to be done. But please bear with me. In the meantime, here are some illustrations for the book, done by my dedicated and genius partner in crime, En Malek. I thank him from the bottom of my heart for his belief in my work and for interpreting my stories so marvelously. En Malek Rahim has done the illustrations for four of my books, and he still amazes me.

I know this list will continue to grow in the upcoming months - thank you Prof Ding Choo Ming from ATMA UKM, Mr Lim Beng Teck from Vision-plus, Fuzana from Utusan Publishers and Annie Maynard from XLibris.

Last but not least, thank you Rudy - the love of my life and best friend.

Some characters in NAGA

Her Majesty Po Inu Nagara

Prime Minister Po Gadeng


Copyright 2012 © zalina abdulaziz @ ninotaziz

samedi, mars 24, 2012

Terengganu Treasures


The truth is, I found a million treasures in Terengganu. The friendship, the skies, the sea-shells - the sound of waves roaring in the night. I will write about that later for I need more than an hour to relate it all down.

For now, I will share my absolute delight in this single extravagant purchase I made in Pasar Payang, Kuala Terengganu, an authentic brass kuali. I used it for the first time today, and it was an experience that made me tear a little.

When I was a little girl, my grandma cooked our rice in a beautiful brass pot. I took that pot for granted, not realizing it was a heritage of our past. Now I know I will never need a non-stick super frying pan anymore. This brass kuali of mine somehow ensures that the oil is heated up evenly and the splash of the oil hardly rises higher than the pan. It is non-stick and gives me the added pleasure of connecting with my past!

Looking at the golden brass pot, being in the kitchen was pure pleasure (I hated cooking) and a trip down memory-lane.

Sigh...

samedi, mars 10, 2012

Kittens : From porch to pot


Exactly a week ago, Ilena and I were on our own at home. Rudy was in Kelantan with Ikesha, Inas and Irani, at Grandma's and Iman at college. I was making Ilena her favorite dessert, bubur jagung when she came over and whispered, "Don't look Mak. Sasha is having her baby."

"Where is she?" I asked, slightly panicky. "In her basket,"said Ilena, quite coolly.

Now Sasha had refused for weeks to get into that basket I prepared for her pending kittens. I took a peek and there she was, spreadeagled in the basket, looking bewildered. She was a first time Mom and obviously did not know what to expect.

Half way through the first kitten, she ran out of the house, hid under the misai kucing bush and proceeded to the porch. I was so afraid she would run out the gate. I called out to her and she hesitated. She stopped by the car. I went closer and held her (gingerly...her kitten was dangling out, I was terrified), finally she agreed to lie down. Soon kitten no 1 was born.

I stood up to get her basket. and she stood up too. I could see she did not want me to move so I stayed with her. Sat on the floor for an hour. Stroked her neck and generally calmed her down again. Her eyes glazed then, kitten no 2 popped out. This time Sasha knew exactly what to do, stayed still and relaxed.

I could see she was more at ease so I quickly went inside to get the basket and some clean rags. After a while I transferred Sasha and the two kittens into the basket and put them all under my writing desk.



Ilena was so happy. She said, "Today is the happiest day of my life Mak. Just the two of us and Sasha gave birth. It is so special!" It was a special day. Ilena and I actually had mandi serum that morning. Followed by me making spaghetti and bubur jagung just for her. She was really content.

I was worried about Sasha, she was too young to be a mother. I was afraid she would abandon the kittens so I took care not to touch any of them. She was exemplary. The whole night she did not leave the basket and in the morning, when I woke up, she looked terribly thin and parched. I gave her water and her cat food. She went back directly to her babies. Lo and behold, by morning, there were four of them!


The next day, I switched on the fan. The minute the light breeze hit the kittens, they started meowing away. I immediately switched off the fan. Sasha gave me a stare and picked up one kitten, surveying the room. Finally she went into this flower pot. I sighed, removed my beautiful plant and there the kittens have been for the last six days. I hope she doesn't move them anymore.

Oh, they are adorable. A good thing Ikesha was away the first three days. Now every morning, it is difficult to tear her away from the pot to get ready for kindergarten!

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No, Crookshanks has not been allowed in the house for long periods. Poor Crookshanks, he is really the gentlest of cats but we are too scared to take the chance. Sasha and Crookshanks will be spayed soon so this should be a one time experience.

A most beautiful experience, i must say.

Alhamdulillah.

dimanche, février 26, 2012

Guest Writer : Stafford Ray

I would like to introduce my special guest writer and good friend, Stafford Ray from Sydney, Australia. With his permission, I have reproduced his excellent article, In The Loop which subject matter is, to me, of great interest to all of us.


When I was a little girl living in Tasmania, my Mum's landlord and foster mother, Mrs Ruth Bowling often took care of me. Her logic was crystal clear. And her wit, simply marvelous.


How wonderful now that I have met Stafford on-line. Stafford reminds me of my Mrs Bowling. An amazing writer, Stafford puts thoughts into delicious chunks of concepts that all of us can understand. He cuts into the subject matter with clarity. I wish politicians would stop their rhetoric and read what Stafford has to say.


And borrow his amazing wit at times!


Stafford blogs here.


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In the Loop


I am worried about Jim.



Jim is in an outer loop of the economy, a very precarious place to be. But first let me explain ‘loops’.


Primary Producers are at the centre where all loops begin. They grow and raise food so they are not working in an expendable industry. My maternal grandfather was a farmer who used horses for everything from hauling logs to powering the sulky that took him and Grandma to town. But that all changed when he bought a tractor. Tractors do not eat grass and do not self propagate, so his purchase started a second line of loops that include tractor manufacturers, whose demand for materials created the next level of loops of miners, oil drillers, refiners, service mechanics, you get the picture.

More tractor manufacturers joined in so dealerships sprang up and new loops were formed that managed sales for manufacturing, a services not directly producing food or an object we can see and feel. But soon the dealer no longer had time to sweep out his showroom so he hired a cleaner and yet another loop was created.


Then the cleaner became so busy he hired Jim’s Pooch Grooming Service and now, every Thursday morning, Deefer gets a wash and a brush, her claws trimmed and anal glands expressed and yet another class of loops was added. We need these loops to create employment as productivity increases and industry continues to automate but we now have more people in outer loops than inner loops and it is these outer loops that are first to go when money gets tight.


Outer Loop jobs depend on our discretionary dollar. They include restaurant staff, tour operators and Jim’s Mowing, the specialist BBQ cleaner and I must not leave out the busty blonde who bursts into the blue-collar work place in her van offering espresso coffee and hot pies to blokes who gather around to admire her legs and torso while spending twenty times the cost of a cut lunch and thermos of coffee.


When the Great Depression peaked in the late 30’s, over half the population here worked on the land so when sons and daughters lost their town jobs they came home where there was a cow to milk, some chooks for eggs, a few fruit trees and a veggie patch so they did not starve and were hale and healthy when the economy recovered.

Now, Agriculture here in Oz employs less than one in forty so where do our sons and daughters go if unemployment hits 30% or worse?


We are facing fundamental and worldwide shifts in energy, environment, population and wealth distribution. We need a survival plan and leaders to explain it and guide us through it.


It seems they are here, but their voices are being drowned out by populists of the Right, who insist the Market (that gave us the 2007 GFC) will fix it and the Left which seems more interested in same sex marriage. Both are aided and abetted by media continuing to direct our attention to which celeb is cheating on whom, obscuring the fact we are in crisis and desperately in need of a global plan and a social contract to deliver it.


That mix of undermined respect for leaders, voyeurism, platitudes, scandal and lies leaves us confused. Confusion leads to anger and so we get Greece. What happened when the Greek Government tried to bite the bullet and balance its budget? Opposition voices condemned the austerity measures so people became confused then angry and then rioted.


Political opportunists are popping up everywhere as they do whenever we are in crisis and some of them are talking war. Should we be surprised? Of course not.


War will drag our attention away from their appalling economic management and the diminishing habitat of the brown breasted miniature whistling duck! To fight each other is in our genes so war it will be and our last chance to address the issues of environment, energy and population will be abandoned.


Are we really that stupid?

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Note: No disrespect is intended towards the many good people who work in service industries, including Jim's franchises. I am really concerned for their futures, as I am for Humanity as a whole.

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More loops from Stafford here http://staffordray.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-loops.html.

vendredi, février 10, 2012

My Langkawi


Je me suis réveillé aux baisers et la vue sur la mer.
Je savais que ça allait être une journée spéciale.

. woke up to kisses and the view of the sea. I knew it was going to be a special day.


Où est le petit poisson?

Rudy, Girish and Sam together with his wife, Kristie were to join TJ's luncheon on a yacht. But I am not really fond of the sea so I decided to take a walk in Pekan Kuah by myself. And explore. This lovely little divider caught my eye. Little fishes were swimming lazily under the kiambang of my childhood.

I smiled to the sun.

Then I spied a little restaurant with a bookshelf full of German and English books. Intrigued, I entered and discovered an unexpected delight - and a treasure of stories.

This is Azizah, she helps the owner Dee run Domino and is a professional dancer.

While I had a lovely breakfast of pancake and maple syrup, Azizah sat with me and told me the story of Mountain Raya, Mountain Mat Cincang and Gunung Mat Sawar.

And the story of how Telaga Air Hangat, Pekan Kuah and Belanga Pecah got their names.

This is Paul, Dee and me, new found friends of mine in Langkawi.

Dee has worked at Domino for 20 years. When the owner, a German expat, Wolf, passed away,
he left Dee a small inheritance and Dee took over the restaurant. He updated the place and for the last one and a half years, Domino has become a renewed novelty in Langkawi.

Try out this lovely lovely eatery, the lamb chop was excellent and the hospitality was charming, warm and genuine.

And if you happen to drop by Domino, have a look at a
new book on the shelf called
Srikandi by ninotaziz


dimanche, janvier 29, 2012

Hang Tuah's Sorrow



What is my quest for one remains clear
I shall not waver in my cause
If my loyalty is worthy of its master
Even when all is lost, all is not lost

What am I, if not for my Sultan
Who is my Sultan without one so loyal
What is my people without our Sultan
Who is our Sultan without our people

For we are bound by the solemn oath
That of Demang Lebar Daun and Seri Teri Buana
Their fates and ours ever resolved
The new lands to respect the pact forever...’
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Hang Tuah is our legendary hero
a warrior who lived during the Sultanate of Melaka.

During his lifetime, he travelled to China, Mecca and Rome. A skillful diplomat, Hang Tuah knew 12 languages,

and was a master of the silat, having trained under Guru Aria Putra of Melaka
and Sang Persanta Nata of Majapahit.

Today, 500 years later, the debate goes on whether Hang Tuah was a real person.

And yet, his purpose and personality was so strong,
until today he touches the lives of Malaysian like no other.



Copyright © 2012 ninotaziz. All rights reserved.

samedi, janvier 28, 2012

Taking it slow...

Ikesha thinks my impromptu flower arrangement
from odds and ends in our garden is a great piece of art!



It is time to smell the flowers.


Life has been a mad rush, especially since we had to do without Bik since August 2011.


Work, writing and adjustments to new living arrangements have kept me on my toes. Inas and Irani, both in important exam years have moved to Tok Wan's place in search of better tutors, plus space and mind to study. Iman is studying furiously as her stint at matriculation comes to an end this April - her 4 flat average attest to her focus and determination.


From a household of eight, we have dwindled down to four! How time flies. Hence, it is time to smell the flowers. Flower arrangement, gardening, even cycling with Rudy and the girls in the evening was a lovely get away.


Iman and Inas were home during the Chinese New Year holidays and it was time to have one of our B-B-Qs for the teenagers again - out in the garden. Small crowd, laughter, subtle goodbyes to life as they knew it - as they move on to France, Russia and other near and faraway places to carry on chasing their dreams. Grow up.


As for me, I ponder about life as my babies become young ladies, women of their own mind etc etc etc. Time flies. Fuzana, my lovely editor from Utusan just showed me the final layout for Hikayat before it goes to print. I work on Dragon Lores at a relaxed pace.


I sigh in contentment.




Alhamdulillah.

dimanche, janvier 22, 2012

Tokoyo




One wintery night
Tokoyo dived into the sea
To challenge Yofune-Nushi

Dagger between her teeth

The monster swam in deep blue
Gleaming in the dark waters
Tokoyo struck the beast true

At its heart, exposed by soft belly

In its death throes, the sea serpent
Rose to the surface
with Tokoyo on its back

Triumphant, she stood

In one stroke, Tokoyo
Saved the island, the emperor
And most certainly her father

The wronged Samurai, Oribe Shima

Released from his imprisonment
The noble one regained his life
- he knew, his daughter’s love freed him


Man's injustice undone by a girl's courage


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Tokoyo was certainly no sushi
For the magpietales



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