While driving to my office, my car suddenly breaks down in the middle of a forest. In order to reach the nearest gas station, I have to walk at least 5 kilometers. However, during my walk, I unexpectedly pass out and find myself descending into a dark and completely black hole.
Upon regaining consciousness, I hear voices repeatedly shouting “Marked! Marked! Marked!” Feeling disoriented and helpless about my current whereabouts, I decide to sit down. At that moment, a passerby notices me and wonders why I am not joining the stadium festivities. Confused by his comment, I inquire about what exactly we are celebrating.
The man then explains that it is our country’s independence day and people are rejoicing because the Britons have departed. Intrigued by this information, I ask for more details regarding the date itself. He informs me that it is August 31st, 1957 – expressing disbelief at my apparent lack of awareness about such a significant historical event.
Prior to leaving my house earlier on, I was certain that it was already the year 2009. The sudden time leap back to 1950 seems utterly impossible! It appears as though falling into a black hole somehow transported me into the past.
With excitement, I enter the stadium to witness Tune Abdul Raman, also known as the Father of Independence, enthusiastically chanting “Marked”. As he catches my eye, I am impressed by his small stature but captivated by his piercing gaze and well-maintained hair. Gradually, others join in the chorus of “Marked!!!” Filled with pride, I feel privileged to be a part of Malaysia’s distinctive Independence Day celebration that holds immense significance for every Malaysian. Shortly after, as everyone disperses from the stadium, this momentous yet fleeting commemoration comes to an end. However… Where should I go next?
As I ponder the question, pitiful sobs reach my ears from behind. I turn to find a child crying, drawing my attention. Tears flow down his cherubic cheeks as he tells me that he has lost his parents amidst the chaos and bustling crowds. Wanting to provide solace, I reach into my pocket and retrieve a candy. The child’s eyes widen and sparkle in the sunlight as I give it to him. Intrigued by its uniqueness, he asks why this sweet is so special since he has never seen it before.
I explain in response that this candy symbolizes what sweets will look like in the future and urge him to keep it safe. To further comfort him, I use my handkerchief to gently wipe away his tears.
