Choosing the right hereditary ruler


When it comes to an issue of appointment of a Sovereign Ruler, there is always the aspiration of the rakyat wanting their say in the criterion. As the appointment has never been democratized, therefore the aspirations, based on the set expectations and values that is closer to the rakyat will never be realised. However, when some degree of the ‘democratization’ is ‘opened’, then the rakyat would very much want some aspect of their aspirations fulfilled.

A Sovereign Ruler, one of the nine hereditary rulers constitutionally provided within the Malaysian political realms, has two pertinent roles. Their absolute power on issues governing Islam and the Malay heritage and culture,  which binds the nation together, especially amongst the Malays who are the majority of the populous. Being the custodian and defender of the Islamic faith and the head of Malay traditions and heritage, they are expected to live a life that befits the role and responsibility that have bestowed upon them.

As they say, not only they have to lead a respectable lifestyle as a Sovereign and Hereditary Ruler, they must also be perceived to do so. More so, their personal integrity should be also under scrutiny. These are the virtues nowadays many no longer willing to compromise, regardless how traditionally the common rakyat, especially the Malays live up to the feudalism and the colourful history that comes with it, as part of the Malaysian identity.

However, some do not. Their liberalized ‘western-like’ and bourgeoisie lifestyles, totally contradicts their roles and what has been expected onto them. Bad enough if these decadent or somewhat near bohemian lifestyles are done in private and away from the public knowledge. Some thrived on these ‘parties’ an ‘cocktail dos’ being published on almost as a permanent feature on the periodicals that will be in hands of Malaysia’s most affluent personalities and socialites.

These opulent lifestyles, with their social arrogance of not sensitive to the feelings of the common rakyat should be regarded as a disgrace to the position that the system place them. Regretfully, humility is never described as one of their traits.

Then, when there exist issues that does not befits the stature of the family they represent, sometimes evolves into something really complicated. Example when a brawl which someone started was brought into public knowledge, especially the settlement demand of the exorbitant sum of RM 50 million!

The decision makers on this private and very close ‘democratization’ process of installing a Sovereign and Hereditary Ruler should consider all these, especially the expectations, based on values of the common rakyat. The integrity of the Ruling Household must be protected, for the right reasons. The Malay heritage, is a supreme realm that must live forever, in the hands of the people which God chooses. Hence, they should be God fearing people, as an example for the common rakyat.


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  1. The late Tunku Jaafar was not the rightful ruler of Negeri Sembilan.

    Thats the past and the details shall not be revealed out of respect for the decease. Furthermore, his late Majesty should not be disgrace in his absence.

    The Malay is such that all could be forgotten. However, the princes and princesses of the late Yam Tuan have not been conducting themselves deserving to succeed the throne and be accord royal family status.

    As the ruler of the state, the Yam Tuan is the head of Islam in the state. In public, the children have not conduct themselves respectable of the late King’s position.

    They lead an extravagant lifestyle beyond their means that is not proper in their status as hereditary Malay royal household responsible to preserve the Malay tradition and customs.

    The latest episode being the case involving the prince of Tengku Dara Naquiyah harrasing the Raja Muda of Johor that resulted into a police case.

    Strangely, the family of Tengku Dara as the aggressor party has stooped low as to demand money as compensation and threated to embarass another royal household for a ridiculous financial demand.

    Already they have resorted to use Kalimullah’s Malaysia Insider and Singapore Straits Times to report news as warning.

    Now is the time for the Council of Luak to correct the mistake of the past and put the rightful person from the right lineage to the throne.

  2. Dear sir

    Can you please highlight the current massacre of the Palestinian people in your blog. Thank you for your kind thought.


    Gaza today: ‘This is only the beginning’
    By Ewa Jasiewicz – Free December 27, 2008

    As I write this, Israeli jets are bombing the areas of Zeitoun and Rimal in central Gaza City. The family I am staying with has moved into the internal corridor of their home to shelter from the bombing. The windows nearly blew out just five minutes ago as a massive explosion rocked the house. Apache’s are hovering above us, whilst F16s sear overhead.

    UN radio reports say one blast was a target close to the main gate of Al Shifa hospital – Gaza and Palestine’s largest medical facility. Another was a plastics factory. More bombs continue to pound the Strip.

    Sirens are wailing on the streets outside. Regular power cuts that plunge the city into blackness every night and tonight is no exception. Only perhaps tonight it is the darkest night people have seen here in their lifetimes.

    Over 220 people have been killed and over 400 injured through attacks that shocked the strip in the space 15 minutes. Hospitals are overloaded and unable to cope. These attacks come on top of existing conditions of humanitarian crisis: a lack of medicines, bread, flour, gas, electricity, fuel and freedom of movement.

    Doctors at Shifaa had to scramble together 10 make shift operating theatres to deal with the wounded. The hospital’s maternity ward had to transform their operating room into an emergency theatre. Shifaa only had 12 beds in their intensive care unit, they had to make space for 27 today.

    There is a shortage of medicine – over 105 key items are not in stock, and blood and spare generator parts are desperately needed.

    Shifaa’s main generator is the life support machine of the entire hospital. It’s the apparatus keeping the ventilators and monitors and lights turned on that keep people inside alive. And it doesn’t have the spare parts it needs, despite the International Committee for the Red Cross urging Israel to allow it to transport them through Erez checkpoint.

    Shifaa’s Head of Casualty, Dr Maowiye Abu Hassanyeh explained, ‘We had over 300 injured in over 30 minutes. There were people on the floor of the operating theatre, in the reception area, in the corridors; we were sending patients to other hospitals. Not even the most advanced hospital in the world could cope with this number of casualties in such a short space of time.’

    And as IOF Chief of Staff Lieutenant-General Gabi Ashkenaz said this morning, ‘This is only the beginning.’

    But this isn’t the beginning, this is an ongoing policy of collective punishment and killing with impunity practised by Israel for decades. It has seen its most intensified level today. But the weight of dread, revenge and isolation hangs thick over Gaza today. People are all asking: If this is only the beginning, what will the end look like?


    Myself and Alberto Acre, a Spanish journalist, had been on the border village of Sirej near Khan Younis in the south of the strip. We had driven there at 8am with the mobile clinic of the Union of Palestinian Relief Committees. The clinic regularly visits exposed, frequently raided villages far from medical facilities. We had been interviewing residents about conditions on the border. Stories of olive groves and orange groves, family farmland, bulldozed to make way for a clear line of sight for Israeli occupation force watch towers and border guards. Israeli attacks were frequent. Indiscriminate fire and shelling spraying homes and land on the front line of the south eastern border. One elderly farmer showed us the grave-size ditch he had dug to climb into when Israeli soldiers would shoot into his fields.

    Alberto was interviewing a family that had survived an Israeli missile attack on their home last month. It had been a response to rocket fire from resistance fighters nearby. Four fighters were killed in a field by the border. Israel had rained rockets and M16 fire back. The family, caught in the crossfire, have never returned to their home.

    I was waiting for Alberto to return when ground shaking thuds tilted us off our feet. This was the sound of surface to air fired missiles and F16 bombs slamming into the police stations, and army bases of the Hamas authority here. In Gaza City , in Diere Balah, Rafah, Khan Younis, Beit Hanoon.

    We zoomed out of the village in our ambulance, and onto the main road to Gaza City , before jumping out to film the smouldering remains of a police station in Diere Balah, near Khan Younis. Its’ name – meaning ‘place of dates’ – sounds like the easy semi-slang way of saying ‘take care’, Diere Bala, Diere Balak – take care.

    Eyewitnesses said two Israeli missiles had destroyed the station. One had soared through a children’s playground and a busy fruit and vegetable market before impacting on its target.

    Civilians Dead

    The aftermath of Israeli airstrikes
    There was blood on a broken plastic yellow slide, and a crippled, dead donkey with an upturned vegetable cart beside it. Aubergines and splattered blood covered the ground. A man began to explain in broken English what had happened. ‘It was full here, full, three people dead, many many injured’. An elderly man with a white kuffiyeh around his head threw his hands down to his blood drenched trousers. ‘Look! Look at this! Shame on all governments, shame on Israel, look how they kills us, they are killing us and what does the world do? Where is the world, where are they, we are being killed here, hell upon them!’ He was a market trader, present during the attack.

    He began to pick up splattered tomatoes he had lost from his cart, picking them up jerkily, and putting them into plastic bags, quickly. Behind a small tile and brick building, a man was sitting against the wall, his legs were bloodied. He couldn’t get up and was sitting, visibly in pain and shock, trying to adjust himself, to orientate himself.

    The police station itself was a wreck, a mess of criss-crossed piles of concrete – broken floors upon floors. Smashed cars and a split palm tree split the road.

    We walked on, hurriedly, with everyone else, eyes skyward at four apache helicopters – their trigger mechanisms supplied by the UK ‘s Brighton-Based EDM Technologies. They were dropping smoky bright flares – a defence against any attempt at Palestinian missile retaliation.

    Turning down the road leading to the Diere Balah Civil Defence Force headquarters we suddenly saw a rush of people streaming across the road. ‘They’ve been bombing twice, they’ve been bombing twice’ shouted people.

    We ran too, but towards the crowds and away from what could possibly be target number two, ‘a ministry building’ our friend shouted to us. The apaches rumbled above.

    Arriving at the police station we saw the remains of a life at work smashed short. A prayer matt clotted with dust, a policeman’s hat, the ubiquitous bright flower patterned mattresses, burst open. A crater around 20 feet in diameter was filled with pulverised walls and floors and a motorbike, tossed on its’ side, toy-like in its’ depths.

    Policemen were frantically trying to get a fellow worker out from under the rubble. Everyone was trying to call him on his Jawwal. ‘Stop it everyone, just one, one of you ring’ shouted a man who looked like a captain. A fire licked the underside of an ex-room now crushed to just 3 feet high. Hands alongside hands rapidly grasped and threw back rocks,
    blocks and debris to reach the man.

    We made our way to the Al Aqsa Hospital. Trucks and cars loaded with the men of entire families – uncles, nephews, brothers – piled high and speeding to the hospital to check on loved ones, horns blaring without interruption.

    Hospitals on the brink

    Entering Al Aqsa was overwhelming, pure pandemonium, charged with grief, horror, distress, and shock. Limp blood covered and burnt bodies streamed by us on rickety stretchers. Before the morgue was a scrum, tens of shouting relatives crammed up to its open double doors. ‘They could not even identify who was who, whether it is their brother or cousin or who, because they are so burned’ explained our friend. Many were transferred, in ambulances and the back of trucks and cars to Al Shifa Hospital.

    The injured couldn’t speak. Causality after casualty sat propped against the outside walls outside, being comforted by relatives, wounds temporarily dressed. Inside was perpetual motion and the more drastically injured. Relatives jostled with doctors to bring in their injured in scuffed blankets. Drips, blood streaming faces, scorched hair and shrapnel cuts to hands, chests, legs, arms and heads dominated the reception area, wards and operating theatres.

    We saw a bearded man, on a stretcher on the floor of an intensive care unit, shaking and shaking, involuntarily, legs rigid and thrusting downwards. A spasm coherent with a spinal chord injury. Would he ever walk again or talk again? In another unit, a baby girl, no older than six months, had shrapnel wounds to her face. A relative lifted a blanket to show us her fragile bandaged leg. Her eyes were saucer-wide and she was making stilted, repetitive, squeaking sounds.

    A first estimate at Al Aqsa hospital was 40 dead and 120 injured. The hospital was dealing with casualties from the bombed market, playground, Civil Defence Force station, civil police station and also the traffic police station. All leveled. A working day blasted flat with terrifying force.

    At least two shaheed (martyrs) were carried out on stretchers out of the hospital. Lifted up by crowds of grief-stricken men to the graveyard to cries of ‘La Illaha Illa Allah,’ there is not god but Allah.

    Who cares?

    And according to many people here, there is nothing and nobody looking out for them apart from God. Back in Shifa Hospital tonight, we meet the brother of a security guard who had had the doorway he had been sitting in and the building – Abu Mazen’s old HQ – fall down upon his head. He said to us, ‘We don’t have anyone but God. We feel alone. Where is the world? Where is the action to stop these attacks?’

    Majid Salim, stood beside his comatosed mother, Fatima. Earlier today she had been sitting at her desk at work – at the Hadije Arafat Charity, near Meshtal, the Headquarters of the Security forces in Gaza City. Israel’s attack had left her with multiple internal and head injuries, tube down her throat and a ventilator keeping her alive. Majid gestured to her, ‘We didn’t attack Israel, my mother didn’t fire rockets at Israel. This is the biggest terrorism, to have our mother bombarded at work’.

    The groups of men lining the corridors of the over-stretched Shifaa hospital are by turns stunned, agitated, patient and lost. We speak to one group. Their brother had both arms broken and has serious facial and head injuries. ‘We couldn’t recognise his face, it was so black from the weapons used’ one explains. Another man turns to me and says. ‘I am a teacher. I teach human rights – this is a course we have, ‘human rights’. He pauses. ‘How can I teach, my son, my children, about the meaning of human rights under these conditions, under this siege?’

    It’s true, UNRWA and local government schools have developed a Human Rights syllabus, teaching children about international law, the Geneva Conventions, the International Declaration on Human Rights, The Hague Regulations. To try to develop a culture of human rights here, to help generate more self confidence and security and more of a sense of dignity for the children. But the contradiction between what should be adhered to as a common code of conducted signed up to by most states, and the realities on the ground is stark.

    International law is not being applied or enforced with respect to Israeli policies towards the Gaza Strip, or on ’48 Palestine, the West Bank, or the millions of refugees living in camps in Lebanon, Jordan and Syria.

    How can a new consciousness and practice of human rights ever graduate from rhetoric to reality when everything points to the contrary – both here and in Israel ? The United Nations have been spurned and shut out by Irael , with Richard Falk the UN’s Special Rapporteur on Human Rights held prisoner at Ben Gurion Airport before being unceremoniously deported this month – deliberately blinded to the abuses being carried out against Gaza by Israel . An international community which speaks empty phrases on Israeli attacks ‘we urge restraint…minimise civilian casualties’.

    The Gaza Strip is one of the most densely populated regions on the planet. In Jabbaliya camp alone, Gaza ‘s largest, 125,000 people are crowded into a space 2km square. Bombardment by F16s and Apaches at 11.30 in the morning, as children leave their schools for home reveals a contempt for civilian safety as does the 18 months of a siege that bans all imports and exports, and has resulted in the deaths of over 270 people as a result of a lack of access to essential medicines.

    A light

    There is a saying here in Gaza – we spoke about it, jokily last night. ‘At the end of the tunnel…there is another tunnel’. Not so funny when you consider that Gaza is being kept alive through the smuggling of food, fuel and medicine through an exploitative industry of over 1000 tunnels running from Egypt to Rafah in the South. On average 1-2 people die every week in the tunnels. Some embark on a humiliating crawl to get their education, see their families, to find work, on their hands and knees. Others are reportedly big enough to drive through.

    Last night I added a new ending to the saying. ‘At the end of the tunnel, there is another tunnel and then a power cut’. Today, there’s nothing to make a joke about. As bombs continue to blast buildings around us, jarring the children in this house from their fitful sleep, the saying could take on another twist. After today’s killing of over 200, is it that at the end of the tunnel, there is another tunnel, and then a grave?’ Or a wall of international governmental complicity and silence?

    There is a light through, beyond the sparks of resistance and solidarity in the West Bank, ’48 and the broader Middle East. This is a light of conscience turned into activism by people all over the world. We can turn a spotlight onto Israel’s crimes against humanity and the enduring injustice here in Palestine, through coming out onto the streets and pressurizing our governments; demanding an end to Israeli apartheid and occupation, broadening our call for Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions, and for a genuine Just Peace.

    Through institutional, governmental and popular means, this can be a light at the end of the Gazan tunnel.

  3. the way tuanku jaafar and the rest of the ns royal family treated tunku besar mukhriz was scandalous!

    i used to have lunch with him at the lake club and the way the royals avoided him was pitiful.

    ya allah ya tuhanku. tunjukkanlah bahawa ada keadilan di dunia ini and let him be the next yamtuan.

    this is his credentials:

    Y.A.M. Tunku Muhriz ibni al-Marhum Tuanku Munawir, Tunku Besar. b. at Kuala Pilah, 14th January 1948, educ. Tuanku Muhammad, and Tunku Besar Schs., Tampin; King George V Sch., Seremban; Aldenham Sch., Elstree, and Univ. Coll. of Wales, Aberystwyth (LLB). Appointed as Tunku Laksamana 1962, and prom. to Tunku Besar 7th July 1967. Dir. Nylex (Malaysia) Bhd. since 2002. Rcvd: DKYR, PPT. m. 25th April 1974, Y.M. Tengku Dato’ Aisha Rohani binti Tengku Besar Mahmud (b. at Batu Gajah, 19th June 1952), rcvd: DPTJ, daughter of Captain Y.A.M. Tengku Besar Mahmud ibni al-Marhum Sultan Zainal Abidin, Tengku Sri Utama Raja, of Trengganu, sometime Grand Chamberlain to the King of Malaysia, by his second wife, Y. Bhg. To’ Puan Hajjah Zain un-Mariam binti Haji Su Mahmud, daughter of Haji Su Mahmud bin Dato’ Sri Amar di-Raja Haji Ngah Muhammad. He had issue, three sons:
    • a) Y.M. Tunku ‘Ali Ritha ud-din bin Tunku Muhriz. b. at the Univ. Hosp., Petaling Jaya, Selangor, 26th April 1977, educ. Alice Smith Sch., Kuala Lumpur; Marlborough, Wilts., and Christ’s Coll., Cambridge (BA 1998). Employed with McKinsey & Co., where he worked primarily out of its London, Hong Kong and Singapore until 2004, Snr. Vice-Presdt. Investments for Khazanah Nasional Bhd. since 2004.
    • b) Y.M. Tunku Zain al-‘Abidin bin Tunku Muhriz. b. at the Univ. Hosp., Petaling Jaya, Selangor, 6th July 1982, educ. Alice Smith Sch., Kuala Lumpur; Marlborough, Wilts., and LSE, London (BSc. & MSc. Sociology & Politics). Parliamentary Researcher at the House of Commons 2005-2006, Consultant World Bank 2006-2007, Dir. Malaysia Think Tank London since 2007.
    • c) Y.M. Tunku Alif Husain Saif ud-din al-Amin bin Tunku Muhriz. b. at the General Hosp., Kuala Lumpur, 3rd September 1984.

  4. Tunku Mukhriz being 18, I guess the election of the late Tuanku Jaafar as Yang DiPertuan Negeri was justified. But he has been the Tunku Besar = Raja Muda ever since and should rightfully be elected the new Yang DiPertuan Besar of Negeri Sembilan.

    If indeed the Undangs are known as the majlis keadilan, then this should prevail. They should avoid the Perak scandal from reoccurring. Perak should see a member of the other family as the Raja Muda.

    Perhaps the “disciplinary committee” or the BPR should keep an eye on these delegates deciding on this election eh?

  5. Allahu Akbar! Hail Tuanku Mukhriz! Justice on 1st Muharram. Alhamdulillah.

  6. “Sirih Pulang Ke Gangang” The rightfull heir returns to the throne. Thank God The Undangs are not easily bought like the umno delegates! As for the way Royalties should behave, it should be the same for all those who serve public office. Once upon a time we had a Deputy PM who frequently patronize a popular disco in town with a model in his arm! Lately we had a former minister who pinch the ‘tits’ of a hotel waitress.
    May God guide the new ruler Tuanku Mukhriz throughout his reign.

  7. […] is never a surprise when the Undang Royal Court made the decision, deemed to be the best yesterday. Live on national TV, one could actually saw the relief and joy  […]

  8. Alhamdulillah, keadilan pada 1 Muharram 1430 – yang hak tetap hak, walaupun 40 tahun kemudian. Wassalam.

  9. Sireh pulang ke Ganggang, indeed.

    Daulat Tuanku!! Daulat Tuanku!! Daulat Tuanku!!

  10. Thank god the undangs are not easily bought by other races like PKR in Perak or PAS in Penang and Selangor and etc.
    Lucky also PAS and PKR do not win in NS. If they do, Anwar would surely try to reduce the power of the undangs like he did to Malay rulers when he was TPM.

    Allahu akbar and justice on the 1st of muharram!!

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