My Tribute

Independence....
Being free....
The spirit of Merdeka...
This is my tribute.

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It's that day of the year again.The day of freedom.No,I'm not a serial killer confined in a
prison in the middle of nowhere.It's my country's independence day,and i'm returning home to
the place I always have and will love.


I hate the journey home.It's so long and arduous what with babies crying everywhere and weird
strangers sitting next to you.Sigh,well,no pain no gain.
I looked out the window of the plane just to pass some time.
It was a lovely day,with our friend Cerulean painting the skies wonderfully and the clouds
dancing around.I looked down and saw the usual sight;Houses the size of an ant...majestic
buildings that don't look so majestic from here.Ah yes,what a perfect day.Nothing could go
wro-

"AHHHH!!"
What the heck was that?!
Like everyone else on the plane,I turned my head to see a pregnant woman screaming in
agonizing pain.Yep,you guessed it,she's going to give birth.Stewards and stewardesses rushed
to aid her.But this was beyond their capabilities.They weren't Superman.Hell,I don't think
even Superman could handle this.

"Is there a doctor on the plane?!?!,"one of the stewardess shouted,and she's kinda cute.

.....
What the hell am I thinking at a time like this?
With lightning quick reflexes,I unbuckled my seat belt and rushed to that area.

"Don't worry.I'm a professional,certified obstetrician.I want you all to stay clear of this
area.I need 2 assistants,"I said.God,I hate speaking all professional and stuff..it's so
hard.And why was this woman let on the plane in the first place?Damned people not doing their
jobs.

"I'll help,"shouted one of them.
"Me too,"said another.
"Okay,it's settled then.Let's get it started,"I bellowed.

Some time later...

"It's almost out ma'am,just a little bit more.Keep pushing!!Do it for the baby!!You can do
this!"I said,encouraging her.
"Push!!Push!!Push!!"

And then it happened.The plane rocked back and forth.
The head went back in.
"No!!!No,no,no,no,no!!"I screamed.

"I'm sorry about that ladies and gentlemen,there was a slight air turbulence.The flight will
resume as normal,"a voice from the intercom said.

"Gah,i'm sorry ma'am,you'll have to try again.You must do it.I'm really sorry,"I apologised.

The soon-to-be(or will she?) mother never gave up hope.She kept on pushing and pushing and
finally....

Cries of a baby could be heard.And not just any baby.The soft and innocent cries of an obviously strong,promising newborn
baby being born into this beautiful world and as far as I know,this country.(as the plane has
just crossed into the country.)

About 30 minutes pass by....

The mother is peacefully milking her baby by the airplane window,giving the baby a chance to
observe the beauty of what we call life(who knows what the baby calls it)below.It was a beautiful sight,a miracle you could
say.All this while,I have forgotten what it was like to help an infant into this world.
I have just been doing it because it was my job,not because of passion.But now I know better,the
birth of a newborn baby is something that I will never take for granted anymore.


I asked the husband of the woman(that's sitting next to her)something.

"Sir,why did you let your wife on the plane?You know she was going to give birth any
time soon.You could've killed your son,you know that?"I said,still in a calm tone,although
I'm furious inside.

"I'm sorry doctor...but I tried to stop her.I really did.But she kept insisting we went back
home.I had to pay so much money to get them to let my wife into the plane.I'm really
ashamed....but what could I do?My wife's a real hardheaded person,but that's what I love
about her,"the husband said.

"Why did she want to return here so badly?"I asked,though I can already guess the answer.

"She said it was because she wanted her baby to be born in the country she was born in.The
country she grew up in...the country she loves.She wanted her baby to smell the air and be
one with the nation,"he replied.

"...I see,"I said tersely.

It was just as I thought.This woman was really strong.I admire her.I wish I could be as
strong as her.Oh well....you can't have everything.I'm just glad to have helped her bring her
baby into this world.I have a feeling that little tyke will bring this country to greater
heights than ever before.

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Well that's it.Sorry if it sucked..and i'm pretty sure it does.
I rushed writing the story as it was already around 11 p.m. when I started.That only gave me an hour to finish this >_>.

I wanted to write something else,and it was going to be really long,but as you all know,I'm a friggin' procrastinator.
I hate myself...again.
Anyways,you may be asking...what does this story have to do with merdeka?
Well...I guess nothing...I'm just trying to convey the message that I'm proud to be a Malaysian and always will be.And how beautiful life is.I'll write better on my next project...if I ever start. >_>

Well,goodbye and Happy Merdeka!!!!

Zu Wen

Birth is an experience that demonstrates that life is not merely function and utility, but
form and beauty. - Christopher Largen