A sentiment called ‘Casablanca’
When I started penning this article, I was aboard the flight to Casablanca, the city that has captured the hearts of many over the decades, including me, thanks to the 1942 cinematographic Casablanca was made famous by a love triangle story of a film set in the city during the Second World War, when massive numbers of European refugees fleeing Nazi persecution thronged to this North African city in hope of securing travel passes to the US.
Iran is no pushover
As the Ukraine war persists with no end in sight, Trump is courting another mega-disaster with the prospect of war with the Islamic republic.
Graft: Is anybody immune?
The corruption cancer may be far removed from most ordinary people, yet it affects them disproportionately, says the writer.
Who’s fighting who right now?
A strong opposition is a good thing for democracy. And, of course, a strong government in charge is good news too. What happens when both are weakened by self-inflicted blows?
Still the centre of our table
Mum has always been the glue that holds the family together, and as she ages, the reunion dinner takes on a bigger meaning – it's what memories are made of.
Best holiday souvenir: Arriving home safely
TODAY marks the end of an extended holiday that had many Malaysians on the road.
Rafizi goes for the kill
IT was almost like the good old days when Pakatan Harapan leaders and their supporters shook up the then ruling coalition with their street protests and demonstrations.
No such thing as free parking
I RECENTLY reported on Kepong and Segambut residents who are objecting to the implementation of parking fees by Kuala Lumpur City Hall (DBKL) in their respective areas.
Of road signs and roads that sing
With so many vehicles around, we could do with some signs of harmony on the roads.
Empathy and care for athletes is para-mount
For most, that would be the death knell for any sporting ambition. Not Cheah Liek Hou.
Geopolitics across time and space
WITH mere days between completing my two-week trip across five cities in India and then travelling to Germany, my train of thought was interrupted.
Tunku’s legacy must not fade away
THERE was something deeply unsettling about how quietly the 123rd birthday of the nation's Bapa Kemerdekaan passed recently.











