When I heard that we are getting a novel that was written by a Malay author, I was so excited. The Weight of Our Sky was just published on February 5, 2019 and my classmates and I were the one who first bought a bunch of them! The book was pretty intense, I am glad Hanna Alkaf mentioned to beware of the violence, OCD, racism and other things that might trigger someone who is suffering with actual sickness. The book was not familiar with myself, I did not face the challenges that Melati went through but I can feel it close to my heart. This is because, growing up I do not have a lot of friends and if I do, they will just left for no reason. Now, I believe that I have a strong and small circle around me that I can trust and rely on. Thing is, most of my friends are suffering with depression, anxiety and bipolar. I am very concern about my friends’ health that I will do anything just to make them feel better.
In this story, I put Melati as my best friend and I can feel the pain that she went through. Things that I cannot do to help her makes me feel terrible about myself because I am reading her as my best friend. After all, I am glad we chose this book to be dramatised because of the strong story line and awareness about the mental issue and also the reminiscent of the tragedy that will never be forgotten in Malaysia’s history, May 13. December 13, 2019 is the day that speaks the truth. The hard work, the sleepless nights, the back-talk and the free-riding season has come to an end. What I want from the start was to make this dramatisation worth it for those who paid for it. A lot of my friends from my diploma years came; about 25 people were in Panggung Seni to support and they said it was a great show. After all the intense ride from the beginning, we ended our journey with another emotional session which was the post-mortem. It was tiring because we held on to too many emotions inside but that was the time to let it all out. I was angry because even if the dramatisation ended pretty well, some ignorant people still cannot make their way to the post-mortem session. They chose to be selfish while their other classmates were in a room discussing the journey that we have had. After all, we admit that there is no ‘i’ in ‘team’. We were all hoping to take the lesson learned to improve for the next project. Love, QAMA x
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