Skip to main content

The Diary of Ma Yan - Book Review

Poignant story inspired by the diary of a girl living in deserted Zhiangjiashu, China who had a dream of studying and making life better for her parents…particularly her mother. The indomitable thirst for knowledge and dream of a better life is clearly seen in the diary of this young girl who lived in a village with values and principles so far back in time that we, the modern society, is probably more than three decades ahead of them. For Ma Yan, life is all about survival in a barren land. Mother Nature is unkind to the folks here and no matter how they try to squeeze as much out of the land, they cannot get enough to survive. Therefore, her parents often have to travel to other places to make some money. But there comes a time when there wasn’t enough money for everyone in her family to attend school. Being the only female sibling in her family, Ma Yan was told that she would have to stop attending school so that her brothers could. Angered with the unfairness of it all, Ma Ya writers about her frustration, her love for her mother. Her mother suffers from stomach ulcers she did not have money to heal, so, her mom’s moods were up and down all the time. During down moments, Ma Yan would be called names and made to do more housework that any other ordinary kids her age deserved to. But she endured. Eventhough her mother treated her unwell at times, she knew they loved each other and her mother was doing everything she can to ensure that her kids and her family survived. Surviving life.

Read the whole review (Multiply) (new window)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Liberating Activity - Guess What Mine Is....

When asked what’s my one single favorite thing to do in the world, I would usually name a whole list of things that I love to do when my work is not screaming at me. Something that takes my mind COMPLETELY off of everyday tasks and relaxes me. Take a guess what it is…. If you say ‘ reading ’, yes, I love reading (especially soppy love stories with lots of sex scenes, please. Hee hee hee ….) and I also love mystery novels but it’s not the first on the list. If you say ‘ playing the piano ’; yes, I love playing the piano. Creating forms a huge part of my life and whenever I play the piano (as inept at it as I am), there’s this tiny little girl inside of me jumping up and down with glee, clapping her hands. It’s my childhood dream to be able to play the piano! And thumping on the keys gives me a sense of satisfaction when I hear the music. If you say ‘ writing ’; You’ve got to be kidding me! You mean I don’t write enough as it is? Case closed. If you say ‘ playing with my kids ’; Yea...

Maid Side-Kick

I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore . There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me. For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media. Since we were more like partners in crim...

Demanding a Balanced Lifestyle

We live in a world choked with demands….demand for more money, better lifestyle, more holidays, smarter kids, bigger house, posher cars….etc. People walk around with spiritually unimportant goals in their minds driven by the need to succeed and be better than others around them. Hong Kong. South Korea. Japan. Most Asian countries suffer from this ill-fate which have caused a horrific rise in the number of suicide rates in the said countries. Malaysia is no exception as well although we’re very slowly gaining ground on our neighbors. Just picking up my son from school can become a stressful affair. I’ve mentioned this to a few friends of mine over the phone and all of them cluck their tongue shake their head. It’s end of the year and the kids are getting their test results back by now. I overheard a couple of tai-tais (housewives) gripe about their kids’ results. Mom: I don’t know-lah. My kid did not do very well this term. The best also got 95 only. (NINETY FIVE ONLY???) ...