the ninth of july.

Awakened by the alarm at seven am in the morning, I washed up and immediately got on my knees to pray for my country. Yeah, while most of us was sleeping in, I decided to be up early ( I was up at 1am but then I dozed off , meh ) to stand in the gap and intercede. At half past eight my mom barged in my room to get me out to the market .

“ But I’m not even done with interceding”.
Seeing that she really needed help with the groceries, I got changed an and went off. I took a solitary walk outside of the house to the market in the morning, only to hear more about the spongebob rally. Another step further and I could hear the voices of many, murmuring about the inconvenience they would have to tolerate later in the afternoon. I stood there thinking, ( That was me being part of a thinker I suppose )

"Are we actually gonna tolerate all these ‘inconvenience’ now, or are we just gonna sit back and tolerate more dirty elections and a filthy , violated and destructive country in time to come? " Both on my left and right, I could hear people criticizing the authorities, making harsh comments when the thing is, they don’t really even know what’s going on. I myself, am in no position to make such comments, because I didn't really make the effort to do deep researches to check on what’s happening internally.

Then, I went for a luncheon in the afternoon with a prayerful attitude - only to hear everyone at my table having a ‘discussion’ about the rally going on at two. Instead of throwing in bits and pieces of unhelpful comments, I went surfing the net in hope to hear more of the happenings. True enough the more I hear about what's going on in my country, the more my heart began to stir - I'm being reminded of the need to stand in the gap for my country. Watching videos of innocent Malaysians (who only want their voices to be heard) get whacked and kicked on the ground , knowing that more and more Malaysians are getting arrested for ‘walking’ the talk ; my heart sank deep in anguish. Daddy, I knew you were crushed to see these Malaysians being injured, harmed and oppressed in silence, but I also trust that You have the right plans for her.Yes, I was suppose to be one of the people who were happily attending the luncheon. I was literally there but Dad, you know where I was and what I was up to. Everyone at my table thought I was being the ‘rebel kid with the phone’ – but I couldn’t help it, the urge to be quiet and intercede after every update was so strong. Over the hour I was literally spamming my wall with short cry outs.

As soon as I got back from the luncheon my eyes were focused on the laptop, I hopped on bed and started relying on the mass media to stay updated. It didn’t take me long to realized the need to take time more time off to intercede for my country. Instead of reading more of the chaotic news and flooding twitter updates that were shooting like gunshots, I closed my eyes, quietened my heart and started turning to Him. As my eyes were shut tight, and noises around me began to fade away, I saw a chaotic scene, a scene I would never wanna see come to past. The last time I closed my eyes on occasions like these for my country – I saw bloodshed and cruel people stomping over layers of people out of selfishness and greed. " No, Dad. No." - The amount of fear and reverence that was instilled in my heart carried me further into a deeper level of intercession.

At four the crowds told to disperse as promised, detainees were released at 12pmish instead of 9pm as promised. ( that was exactly what happened to my friend , at least ) Yup! It was a without doubt a historical ( NOT HYSTERICAL OKAY! ) day – a day for all Malaysians to remember. Not to forget that beautiful sight of Malaysians from all walks of life coming together in unity, and actually walk the talk. Bersih 2.0 was semi successful - Now we've got to keep prayin' for the memorandum to be passed over, eh?

On the side note, Dad.
Today’s hystorical event reminded me to constantly look beyond the surface of things to see the need to stand in the gap for my country, to have the courage to stand up for what is right, to take hold of the authority given to me – to exercise my rights a
s a Malaysian. Most importantly, to look from Your Perspective of the things , instead of being heavily biased towards the sceptical perspective in which the world looks at.

Thumbs up and hats off to some 10-15 thousand Malaysians who had the courage to walk the talk and to make the most out of this opportunity given ; to show that your actions spoke so much louder than words! :)

Another thumbs up for yellow mellow stuff lying in my room!
HIDUP RAKYAT!

Today ; I knocked out on bed early in the night only to know that it's now the beginning of another season of change.

Let the winds of change blow right in yaw! ;)