Apple Cinnamon

I was always fortunate enough to have foreigners as my next door neighbour. No, that the blue eyes kinds. I wish~ *roll eyes*

It's the people you usually see building your houses, making your teas and guarding your malls. Yup, the immigrant workers.

I ain't complaining. I am the type of neighbour who mind my own business. 

                                      

However, my neighbours are also my students. And their family of course. I have no problem with that too.

Though, they are some (read: A LOT) of these students look down upon them. Saying negative things about them. Some petty things.

"Diorang tu busuk, teacher."

"Teacher tak dengar ke diorang menumbuk sambal?"

" Diorang tu banyak bulu..."

Honestly, I don't make up their comments. They do say stuff like that.

I'm not saying that is not true. But look at the bigger pictures, kids!

These neighbours of mine, always, always go to the mosque for prayers. With their favourite white clothing that looks like ladies clothing (It looks so comfy that I wanna buy one or three for HR). They would always contact their family or loved ones (When is the last time you call your parents?).  They work damn hard to support their family faraway (What did you spent your money on?).

They are maybe some bad batch of these workers. But don't let one bad apple rot the rest.

Just like we don't like ISIS judge the whole Muslim community.

p/s: This advice apply to me too.