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ABDUL MALIK OMAR
UNITED KINGDOM

Friday, April 12th, 2012

Once upon a time, there roamed a mighty mountain covered with gleaming gold, treasures, and fortunes worth a king’s ransom.

Called the Golden Mountain, elders whispered that when it lands into nation’s shore, it will be lifted towards the greatest of great; its civilians becoming powerful, rich, and wise.

BUT, it is ever fickle in taste, only subjecting itself to a worthy master who can rightfully govern its wealth. Once the conditions changed for the worse, it leaves, and it never returns leaving its people in wreck.

So there the mountain roams across the ancient seas, seeking for such people

As it swam its sights suddenly caught about a small water village located at the island of Borneo.

There it saw the buzzing of life: Men building trading ports, mothers feeding their children, and grandparents selling agricultural produce in small boats they call sampans.

Needless to say, the mountain was impressed. After careful consideration, it set about a decision to share its gold to this village.

But as he approaches the settlement, he heard of a loud crying noise nearby. Looking down then and there he saw a small grain of rice weeping heavily as it floated on the waters.

“Why are you sad my little friend?” The Golden mountain asked.

“I have not been eaten. The villagers discarded me away. Oh, mighty mountain, I am still eatable!”

The rice continued “Alas, I was thrown away into the waters and here I am now, weeping and slowly being wasted away.”

Upon hearing this, the Golden Mountain thundered “Why this is very bad! Any community that does not appreciate small wealth surely does not deserve great wealth at all!”

At that instant, heavy winds and clouds formed, sweeping the surroundings with huge unforgiving thunderstorms. Rain began to fall and the villagers went inside their houses, hiding and cowering in fear. It is going to be an unusually stormy day.

As the storm wreaked havoc on the village, the golden mountain embraced the rice, swam away, and was never heard from again.

This Post is a tribute to Hajah Joharah Binti Haji Rahman, my Late Grandmother who shared this amazing story to me when I was 7 years old. My Nini is awesome. 

Here’s a video made by our ASEAN friends based on my nini’s story:

Also, do check out my new book, The Art of Learning, too. You can get it in your local bookstores!