I’m not proud of Malaysia - that’s why I’m not leaving
When someone asks you to ‘leave’ this country, it could mean one of two things.
One, it could mean going to a good place. For example, if you receive a job offer from Silicon Valley or the UN, someone will ask you to leave and seize that opportunity because there’s no equivalent here.
Oftentimes, this is said wrapped in somberness and helplessness. That the randomness of the time and place you are born is in rhythmic mismatch to your God-given talents.
Asking you to leave this country is a surrender to fate.
Or, two, it could come from a bad place. Someone will ask you to ‘leave’ because this land is not your land - that you do not belong here.
This is a question of ownership. Once, we used bravery against colonial outsiders to reclaim our land from pilferage and plunder; now we use cowardice against dissenters of government misdeeds and blunder.
Asking you to leave this country is a fear of a Watergate.
Who are the true masters?
But who gets to decide who should stay and who should leave? Who are the true masters of this land?
There are two possibilities...