The mountain made out of the molehill that was the article by Johor-based lawyer Yang Pei Kang paradoxically brings back memories of my trip to Silifke a decade ago.
One evening, I happened to stroll into a beautiful park to escape the remnants of the Turkish summer heat. As dusk fell over the golden horizon, there was a hauntingly beautiful sound that I had not heard since living in Sydney for six years.
I stayed rooted on the spot awash with nostalgia of home and things past. It was the azan (Muslim call to prayer).
But that was Turkey and far from the political currents of religion and identity politics here in Malaysia.