Half-blood, that would be the perfect term to describe me, but no, I'm not a demigod, or the half-blood prince. I'm half Malay and half Japanese. I may not be the perfect Malay girl that mother-in-laws prefer, nor am I the perfect Japanese girl, but I know I am special in my own way. People would usually ask me, what are you? I would proudly answer; I am half Malay and half Japanese.
Although my race is considered as Malay because my father is Malay, I am basically raised as Japanese by my mother because my parents split up when I was two. When my father left us, my mother tried her best to raise me as a perfect Malay girl with perfect Islamic teachings. But I guess it's like planting an orange and hoping it would grow as an apple. Nevertheless, I managed to practice Islam as my religion but still have that Japanese influence more than the Malay influence.
My family is quite diverse, I have grandparents who are both Buddhist, and an aunt that's Christian. But that doesn't tear my family apart. Different religions, but it doesn't matter to us, because our blood is thicker than the religion that differentiates us. I used to follow my grandparents to the temple when I was little, and my aunt would buy Christmas presents for me and we would decorate the Christmas tree together. But I know, at heart, I'd always be a Muslim.
As I grew older, I became Malay little by little. I went to a local school and be friends with Malay kids. However, I never grew apart with my childhood friend, a Chinese. There's something about me that others don't really know. I can speak in four different languages, Japanese, Malay, Mandarin and English. My diverse family basically influenced me on choosing friends. I prefer being friends with different kinds of people with different races and religions, because it really helps me to appreciate the uniqueness of every person.
Even though I know that I am Muslim at heart, I am eager to learn about other religions too. In my opinion, I believe that learning is not a sin; it's just a matter of having the knowledge. I think this is also influenced by the different religions present in my family. Though I wish that one of my relatives was Greek, it would be cool to learn about the Olympians. Same God or different, every religion teaches us to do kindness. I feel lucky to have a family as unique as what I have, because I wouldn't be this open-minded without them.
Any helpful comments are welcomed! Thanks.
Although my race is considered as Malay because my father is Malay, I am basically raised as Japanese by my mother because my parents split up when I was two. When my father left us, my mother tried her best to raise me as a perfect Malay girl with perfect Islamic teachings. But I guess it's like planting an orange and hoping it would grow as an apple. Nevertheless, I managed to practice Islam as my religion but still have that Japanese influence more than the Malay influence.
My family is quite diverse, I have grandparents who are both Buddhist, and an aunt that's Christian. But that doesn't tear my family apart. Different religions, but it doesn't matter to us, because our blood is thicker than the religion that differentiates us. I used to follow my grandparents to the temple when I was little, and my aunt would buy Christmas presents for me and we would decorate the Christmas tree together. But I know, at heart, I'd always be a Muslim.
As I grew older, I became Malay little by little. I went to a local school and be friends with Malay kids. However, I never grew apart with my childhood friend, a Chinese. There's something about me that others don't really know. I can speak in four different languages, Japanese, Malay, Mandarin and English. My diverse family basically influenced me on choosing friends. I prefer being friends with different kinds of people with different races and religions, because it really helps me to appreciate the uniqueness of every person.
Even though I know that I am Muslim at heart, I am eager to learn about other religions too. In my opinion, I believe that learning is not a sin; it's just a matter of having the knowledge. I think this is also influenced by the different religions present in my family. Though I wish that one of my relatives was Greek, it would be cool to learn about the Olympians. Same God or different, every religion teaches us to do kindness. I feel lucky to have a family as unique as what I have, because I wouldn't be this open-minded without them.
Any helpful comments are welcomed! Thanks.