Once upon a time in Nilai
MY MOTHER was a public health nurse in Nilai, Negri Sembilan, from 1979 to 1996 (if my memory serves me right). This is my sharing of our Rayas during those years.
As the crescent moon heralded the arrival of Aidil Fitri, the public health quarters in Nilai were transformed into a haven of communal joy and culinary delights. Growing up amidst this vibrant tapestry of tradition, I eagerly anticipated Raya mornings, each one promising a symphony of flavours and heartfelt gestures from our neighbours.
At the stroke of 9am, a familiar knock would sound on our door, signalling the arrival of a dulang (tray) laden with a cornucopia of delicacies; and the feasts would flow throughout the month of Syawal. It wasn’t just a gesture of kindness; it was a testament to the bond that tied us together as a community. From the delectable rendang to fragrant lemang, from the aromatic ketupat palas to the rich, velvety kuah kacang, our dining table overflowed with an abundance of culinary treasures.
But it wasn’t just about the food; it was about the spirit of camaraderie that infused every interaction. In those days, the concept of “open houses” was a foreign one to us because, in our tight-knit community, every door was open, and every invitation implicit. We would flit from one neighbour’s home to another, our presence welcomed with open arms and our plates filled to the brim with homemade delights.
And if, by chance, we found ourselves occupied elsewhere, the food would find us, delivered right to our doorstep, a testament to the unspoken understanding that no one should celebrate alone.
Yet, amidst the feasting and the festivities, what truly stood out was the palpable sense of love and care that permeated every interaction. Whether it was the communal banquet prepared by the entire staff or the impromptu gatherings that sprang up in the compound of our quarters, there was an undeniable warmth that enveloped us all.
As I look back on those days, I can’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia for a time when people treated each other not just as neighbours but as family. In a world that often feels increasingly disconnected, those Raya mornings in Nilai serve as a poignant reminder of the power of community and the beauty of coming together to celebrate our shared traditions and joys.
A special thank you to my wonderful neighbours in Pusat Kesihatan Kecil Nilai – some of whom are no longer with us. You will always have a special place in our hearts. All of you are the emblem of a true Malaysia.