Just now, I saw a person shared his story about nobody wanted to help him regarding his flat tire. He waited at the side of the road and then a person came to the rescue whom a person you always called 'Bangla' and the one whom Malaysians always made fun of. So, I want to tell my story.
I've been facing a similar problem before. My front tire was
flat and a lot of Malays passed by, some just ignored me, and some just well,
stopped for a while to ask what happen and then just drove off. And then just when I
almost reached my house (I walked while pushing my bike, my phone battery was
flat too), an Indonesian offered his help. Yes the indon people whom you always
made fun of. I gotta admit I was scared of him at first and I was being a
little judgemental bc I took a shortcut and the road was a little quiet and at
that time people rarely passed by so I felt uneasy with him by my side and I
was thinking abt what people always told me about Indonesian which is all bad.
I told him it's okay with hope he would just go away but then he insisted and
he told me that it's dangerous for a girl to walk alone in this area. He kept
asking to help me with my bike an I said it's okay bc I'm almost home. Then he
just accompanied me to the end of the road and I said many thanks and waved him
goodbye. I almost cried bc nobody my race stopped to help me instead a person
that my own race always hate was the one who came up with the help. After the
incident I'm no longer being prejudice about them, because if you're saying
they're bad, some Malaysians are also bad. So the thing is, it doesn't matter
if you're pendatang or Malaysian. What matters most is that you have a good
heart. Just stop being judgemental.
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