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Dearest All,
How my blog name is coined: www.banyuemas21c.blogspot.com . Kita keturunan Banyu Emas, BANYU in Javanese is WATER (air), EMAS is GOLD and my blog title is: GOLDWATER FAMILY – BANYUEMAS.
Journey through Life kickstarts GOLDWATER FAMILY...
Happy reading
Wassalam
"Man ought always to have something that he prefers to life; otherwise life itself seem to him tiresome and void" - Seume
I could vividly recall when I landed my first job in a big firm in the heart of town. I was barely seventeen then and was certainly overwhelmed with the surrounding atmosphere and new responsibilities. I tried very hard to adapt but soon realised that I never really felt the satisfaction or zest of working in an environment totally dominated by adults. Something substantial was missing from it and I just could not figure out the reason for the lack of catalyst and chemistry.
Finally after six months of trying, I gave up and applied for a job as a kindergarten teacher in a cre'che. Alhamdulillah that decision, to work with children, turned out to be a turning point in my career. From Day 1, I could already sense the magic those children exude, every little thing they did, and every squeal of laughter, every cry of discomfort and every innocence they portrayed touched my very heart. For once I feel at ease and a sense of purpose as I had always dreamt of becoming a teacher. Working with children had always been my passion and desire. It provided me with an avenue to tap into my maternal instincts and utilize my potential to good use.
Well, from then on, there was no turning back. Todate, I have been working for 25 years, dabbing in various professions - all relating to children! From Kindergarten Teacher to Childcare Supervisor to Studentcare Principal to currently, a Personal Tutor. Never once do I feel sick or bored nor a tinge of regret for not venturing to more promising career paths with the guarantee of better salaries. The experience and knowledge that I garner here are far too priceless. In my line of work, I have the rare opportunity to reach out to handicapped, abused, neglected, problematic, slow learners, local as well as expatriate students. Apart from these, I am also a mother of three teenagers aged 12 (going 13), 15 and 17. Juggling between my career and parenthood is more of a breeze than a challenge as they complement each other in many ways. They both deal with moulding and shaping up lives of our future generation, providing them with a positive threshold for their emotions and being there in their times of needs especially during their impressionable years.
Till today, if I happened to bump into any of my ex-students who have now successfully become "ustazah" or teachers themselves or perhaps a number of certain individuals, previously in my care, who managed to pull through life's ordeals and emerged better students, I could not help but express my praise and gratitude to Allah for showing me the true meaning of faith, perseverance, tolerance and satisfaction.
Food for thought ...
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Dato Haji Siraj arrived in Singapore in circa late 1800s with Haji Abdul Samad, from Central Java, Banyu Emas (banyu means air (water) in Javanese. Tok Haji came from the descendant of Noorjiwa whose forefather was a Wali and Imam of the Sultanate of Jawa Tengah.
Folk-lore: The descendants of Noorjiwa, some still practise, (most do not) the presentation of a few strands of rumput and a white singlet when a daughter received a hand in marriage, to an uncle or a close male relative. The rumput (grass) and singlet act as a Penyandar that is to ward off evil for the bride's future generation. Also the descendants of Noorjiwa were forbidden to trade with rice and betel nuts. It is noted that the descendants of Noorjiwa bore patience but must not be challenged.
How this folk-lore derived? One fine afternoon, one of our forefathers was riding on his horse to a village and suddenly, there was a heavy downpour and he was soaking wet. He took shelter at a warong. The warong (food stall) owner totally ignored him, not offering help whatsoever. Then came a young saudagar (merchant) with his cart loaded with sugarcane and grass. On seeing our dejected forefather, he offered his inner shirt, (singlet) to keep his body warm and sugarcane to quench his thirst. He also offered grass for his horse. Our forefather was so ever grateful that he took him like a son and forbid his future male generation to trade in rice and betel nuts.
Dato Siraj first name was Ibrahim. At the age of 19 years Tok Siraj went to Mekah and stayed there for 3 to 4 years. He was well versed in the Quranic text. He was given the name Haji Siraj while in Mekah. "Siraj" means lampu that is light. Dato Siraj's brother named Haji Noor settled in Johor and his descendants become Malaysians and have taken root in other parts of Peninsula Malaysia.
Tok Siraj married to Nenek Sarpiah Binte Hassan in Singapore. Nenek Sarpiah came from a respectable family. Both Dato and Nenek had two sons, named Ali and Said. Nenek and Dato had an adopted daughter named Sarah Binte Kadim (nickname: Pungut) her niece, by marriage of Dato Kadim her brother, to Nenek Bedah. Nenek Bedah passed away when Sarah was young. It is interesting to note that Sarah's grandfather was a diamond merchant. Nenek Sarpiah also had an adopted son named Mohamad Sarip Bin Ismail, who is her nephew. The couple led a simple life.
Tok Siraj was a religious man. He was not tall, but he had big hands and big feet. Nenek Sarpiah was of medium height. Tok Siraj first worked as a Steam Roller Driver. His next job was, as an Engine Driver at Goodman Road (Katong) manning the flood waters of the Kallang River. They were provided living quarters within walking distance to his work station. Grandpa had "green hands". He planted vegetables, etc. in the backyard for his daily sustenance. He also reared chickens, ducks and geese and also pigeons on a vacant plot next o his quarters.
On his retirement, he and grandma moved to Geylang Serai which was a commune house, with many families all of whom were related to each other. Both Tok Siraj and Nenek Sarpiah were taken care of by their adopted daughter Pungut and family. Tok Siraj passed away at Geylang Serai at the age of 100 and Nenek Sarpiah passed away at Marine Parade where Pungut and family moved to, at the age of 70 years.
*Larangan ini telah tidak diamalkan lagi. Pada abad yang ke 20 dan 21 ini, menjual nasi seperti Nasi Beryani dan Nasi Pandang adalah satu mata pencarian yang boleh menjadikan hidup kita mewah kepada sebahagian dari pada kami.
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Dato Yusof's father, Haji Abdul Samad arrived in Singapore in circa late 1800s. He came from Central Java, Banyu Emas (banyu means air (water) in Javanese. Greatgrandpa came from a noble family, bound by a folk-lore that all the males were *forbidden to trade in rice and betel nuts.
How did this folk-lore come about? Culled, from another source whom the writer reckoned and discovered, there might be a probability of a strong relationship between both maternal and paternal grandparents.
The story: One fine afternoon, one of our forefathers was riding on his horse to a village when suddenly, there was a heavy downpour and he was soaking wet. He took shelter at a warong. The warong (food stall) owner totally ignored him, not offering help whatsoever. Then came a young saudagar (merchant) with his cart loaded with sugarcane and grass. On seeing our dejected forefather, he offered his inner shirt (singlet) to keep his body warm and sugarcane to quench his thirst. He also offered grass for his horse. Our forefather was so ever grateful that he took him like a son and forbade his future male generation to trade in rice and betel nuts.
Dato Yusof was born in Singapore at Telok Blangah and had one sister named Hajah Habsah. Tok Yusof married Nenek Rujiah Binte Ahmad who was born at Kampong Kaji, now known in the vicinity of Arab Street. Nenek Rujiah was orphaned at a tender age of 6 and was brought up by her grandfather Haji Abdul Majid, a diamond merchant. Haji Abdul Majid was a "Bangsawan" (prosperous person). The Diamond Cinema at North Bridge Road belonged to him. In the late 60s or early 70s it was brought down to give way to new developments. Both Nenek and Dato had 8 children, 3 sons and 5 daughters.
Tok Yusof worked as an Engineer in a British Company in Pulau Bukom. In those days he earned a salary of $175 p.m. which was considered very highly paid. He was provided a house on the island. He returned weekly to his family at Lorong Ungku Aman. Sometime in the 1950s, he and Grandma bought a piece of land and built a house, address: 20 Jalan Ismail. Both Grandma and Grandpa were taken care of by their daughter Neng Rafeah and family. Nenek Rujiah passed away at the age of 66 in the late 1950s.
Through the eyes of a grandchild Tok Yusof was tall, well built and goodlooking in his 60s. He was financially well off, but wanted to lead a simple, humble life with his family: a living example that his future generation "have to eat humble pies". Dato Yusof celebrated his 90th birthday with his extended family in the 1970s and he passed away in the early 1980s at the age of 96.
*This taboo was broken, as in the 20/21 century, selling rice like Nasi Bryani, and Nasi Padang is bread and butter to some of us.