Arif slumped in the backseat of his father’s car, earbuds jammed in, eyes glued to his phone as the dusty kampung road jostled the vehicle. TikTok videos flashed by in bursts of neon text and dance challenges. Every kilometer away…
I was 25 when I first set foot on Pulau Duyong in 1971. A Frenchwoman with a restless heart, I’d come to Malaysia chasing whispers of adventure, drawn by the sea and the stories it carried. I didn’t expect to…
In the quiet heartlands of rural Pasir Mas, Kelantan, hidden away from the asphalt veins of modernity, lives a man whose presence is as rare and revered as the Malayan tiger. His name is Pak Mazlan — a tukang keris,…