When I was kid, the mosques nearby my kindergarten is our play ground. That was one of my fond memories.
When I was young, I always followed my dad to renovate or repair the royal mosque, local surau, and we always amaze with the beautiful decoration & architectural works.
When I grow older, I traveled & visited numerous mosque in China, India, Indonesia & brought friends to visit local mosques, and we always found peace in these holly places.
Last ramadan, I cooked bubur lampuk with my kampong folks at our taman’s surau. We all have a joyful evening to break the fast together.
Are you telling me, what I do all this while is wrong?
I strongly encourage Malaysian continue to visit others mosques, surau, churches, temples, worship places to understand each other cultures and religious.
Without crossing the boundary and taking this first step, we are not a truly Malaysian.