
Is Thaqif’s death the price we must pay?
Not understanding the meaning of education.

Not understanding the meaning of education.

There is a lesson for Malaysia as well.

I hope we come back to our senses.

Beyond emotional outbursts and sentimentality.

Back then, it was about what the fans could not see.

The stinkier the city, the stinkier the politics.

Malaysians, we need to come back to our senses.

A parody, a mystery, a tragedy and a comedy.

How do we come back to our senses?

A nightmare of Cartesian absurdities?

Have we become a nation of destroyers?

Here are three poems. Puisi tiga serangkai.

We just need a national resurrection for now.

This goes especially in sports.

Have we taken the wrong semiotic turn?

With cynicism and greetings of peace and prosperity.

With the arrest of Guan Eng, a big battle has just begun.

Finding victory in the battle within.

Grief brought me to my childhood memories.

Reincarnated as leaders in our midst?

We are constantly at war with ourselves.

Dare we rewrite the history of our own people?

