My mum bought the above portrait from one Bangladeshi salesman. This portrait is pretty common in Kuala Lumpur as many Bangladeshi men are seen selling them around the streets.
It was around 9PM, Mum and I were at our usual restaurant at United Garden.
Immediately after giving him RM15, the Bangladeshi man said, “5 months ago, at the restaurant, same table, you bought one from me. Few months before that, you bought another one from me too”.
“Do you remember me?”, he said.
“Yes, you’ve gone fatter!”, replied Mum.
The Bangladeshi man then said, “Oh, I’ve gone fitter?? Thank you!”.
The Bangladeshi man then continued, “Today, I’ve only sold 2. My friends and I are so tired”.
Almost tearing, he said, “Abundance of thanks”
“It’s Okay”, Mum replied.
“May you live long..thank you”.
I felt so amused with his level of gratitude. It’s amazing how RM15 could cause such reaction.
The short drama told me of an untold story of immigrants. They had to leave their homeland to make a living and yet our society has been branding them as a menace and shunning them away.
Many decades ago, our grandfathers left their homeland to Malaysia to make a living. They too were subjected to all sorts of abuse when they first came to this foreign land. When I see all these immigrants, I can’t help to think that of grandfathers used to be like… them.
Illegal or not, they are here to make a living.