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Where the Rice is Blue and Dinosaurs Roar…

By Ravi Shankar

The Kuala Terengganu Skyline. Photo courtesy: Ravi Shankar

The lighting was subtle but magnificent. The transparent minarets glowed red, green, pink, and blue in turn. We were at the Masjid Kristal on the island of Wan Man at Kuala Terengganu in the state of the same name in northern Malaysia.

The mosque is among the most photographed monuments in the Islamic Heritage Park, and we could easily guess why. This is the first intelligent mosque in the country with an IT infrastructure and wi-fi connection. We were glad we came. The reflection of the mosque lights on water was enchanting. Getting around KT — as Kuala Terengganu is lovingly called by the locals — could sometimes be tricky without your own vehicle. Ride hailing services may not work optimally in the peak hours of the evening. We were informed by one of the cab drivers that Maxim is the most popular e-hailing app in the city.  

The population in KT loves to eat out and in the evenings the restaurants are usually crowded. We were staying at the Intan Beach Resort at Pantai Batu Burok and the eating places by the beach were always crowded. The beach is popular with locals with several attractions and rides during the evenings. There is a three-kilometre walking path by the side of the beach. As we stayed right by the beach, we could enjoy early morning strolls on the soft sand.

Panti Batu Burok: Photo Courtesy: Ravi Shankar

The Kuala Terengganu state museum was huge and is located on over 23 acres of land. The museum was officially opened in 1996 and was designed by a well-known Malaysian architect, YM Raja Dato’ Kamarul Bahrin Shah, who also happens to be related to the royal family of Terengganu. The building is designed in traditionally Malay style and the outer façade was left undecorated. There are nine different galleries, and these include the Royal gallery, the historical gallery, the textiles gallery, the Islamic gallery, the handicrafts, the natural resources, the shipping and trading and the marine resources galleries.

Tha Batu Bersurat. Photo Courtesy: Ravi Shankar

The ‘Batu Bersurat’ (lettered stone) is the museum centrepiece and of great significance to the state. The stone is estimated to be 700 years old and mentions the position of Islam and the application of Islamic laws in the state. The stone is written in the Jawi script using Arabic characters. Jawi script is still used in Terengganu though in many areas Malay is written mostly in the Roman script. In the museum grounds, there is a good collection of different old cars and other vehicles used by the King and Chief Ministers of the state.  

The Islamic Heritage Park is a major attraction located on the island of Wan Man. The park has small scale replicas of famous global Islamic monuments. Among the monuments represented are the mosques at Medina and Mecca in Saudi Arabia, Dome of the rock in Jerusalem, the Taj Mahal in India, and a mosque in Aleppo, Syria. The national mosque of Malaysia and mosques in Singapore, Indonesia, Pakistan, Iran, China, Tatarstan, Uzbekistan, and Iraq are also on display. Replicas of these famous monuments were displayed in the vast gardens of the monument. I liked this concept, and the monuments were well maintained except one or two that may require more attention.

The sun was hot, and I had to drink copious amounts of water.  In the evening, my friend, Binaya, and I went to the floating mosque situated in Kuala Ibai Lagoon near the estuary of Kuala Ibai River, 4 km from Kuala Terengganu Town. The mosque combines modern and Moorish architecture, and is a white structure situated in five acres of land. There is also a floating mosque in Penang.

The next morning, we went to the Science and Creativity Centre. The centre is housed in a huge, modern building. There are multiple galleries to explore. I was fascinated by the stainless-steel exhibit showing the structure of DNA, the blueprint of life. The encounter with the dinosaurs was the highlight of the trip. The dinosaurs were colour coded in red (dangerous), yellow (exercise caution) and green (safe). Tyrannosaurus Rex was the highlight. Raptors, allosaurus and other dinos filled the hall with their cries and screams. The Stegosaurus had scales on the back. When I was young, I was a big fan of Phantom comics created by Lee Falk and Phantom had a stegosaurus as a pet. The inflatable dome on the top floor had a delightful cosmic show and you can see the universe projected above your head. The museum had plenty of things to see and do and is a big hit with children.

The Masjid Sultan Ismail Chendering has delicate artwork and is built entirely in white. The simple design and the beautiful artwork had me mesmerised. The mosque has a long history. The small Lebai Zainal Mosque which could accomodate150 people was first built near the current location of the mosque before being replaced by the Raja Chendering Mosque and then replaced again by a new mosque which is the Sultan Ismail Mosque.

Soon it was time for lunch. There are plenty of food options near our hotel. I enjoyed nasi kerabu, a Malaysian rice dish, in which blue-coloured rice is eaten with dried fish or fried chicken, crackers, pickles and other salads. The blue colour of the rice comes from the petals of Clitoria ternatea flowers, which are used as a natural food colouring.

In the evening, we went to see the Abidin Mosque which is Terengganu’s old state royal mosque built by Sultan Zainal Abidin II between 1793 and 1808. The Royal mausoleum is located next to the mosque. Istana Maziah, the official palace of the Sultan of Terengganu is located close to the mosque at the foot of the mountain, Bukit Puteri. The palace is the official venue for important functions such as royal birthdays, weddings, conferment of titles and receptions for local and foreign dignitaries. We wanted to climb Bukit Puteri, but the place was under renovation and closed.

We continued along the waterfront to the Shah Bandar jetty. A cool breeze was blowing, and many people were strolling along the promenade. We were moving toward the Kuala Terengganu drawbridge constructed in 2019 inspired by the London drawbridge. We waited for the sky to darken so that we could see the lights on the bridge.

Photo Courtesy: Ravi Shankar

Buses from KL take the highway to Kuantan and then bypass the town. The journey continues to the town of Paka and then takes the coastal highway through Dungun. Some parts of this state reminded me of my home state of Kerala in South India. Plenty of coconut trees were seen. Coconut trees grow so well in Kerala and in many areas along the west coast of India.

The expressways in Malaysia are well-designed and maintained. Traveling on these are usually a smooth experience though they get very crowded during major holidays when people leave Kuala Lumpur for their hometowns and villages. KT is about 400 km from KL and takes around eight hours by bus. Malaysia’s northern state on the East Coast can be a good getaway. The town and the state has culture, history, natural beauty, delicious food, and serene beaches. The islands off the coast were still closed. Redang island was mentioned to be one of the most beautiful islands in the world. Hopefully, we will visit these during our next trip. God willing, we shall!  

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Dr. P Ravi Shankar is a faculty member at the IMU Centre for Education (ICE), International Medical University, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. He enjoys traveling and is a creative writer and photographer.

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Nazrul Translations

Nazrul Translated by Niaz Zaman

Say Your Prayers in My House Today



O faithful one, say your prayers in my house today;

Below your feet I spread the jainamaz* of my heart.

I am a careless sinner,

Find no time to pray;

Touching your feet, may my sinful head be raised.

Wipe your ablution water with my garments,

Turn my house into a mosque by your touch today.

The Devil, through whose wiles

I do not find time to call upon God,

Will flee, hearing your call to pray.



*Jainamaz: A Prayer rug



The Passing of the Prophet



What an amazing scene is this! Even Azrael’s eyes well with tears.

His merciless heart trembles as at the onset of fever.

His stony fist, quick to kill, is still today.

His grasp is weak, his heart pierced,

His blue crown kisses the dust.

Gabriel’s fiery wings have shattered to pieces.

The world’s debt has been paid, but the heart is still in pain.

Mikhail ceaselessly pours

The salt water of the rivers

On all the lands; in the dark night, the pines sway.

Is this the same moon of the twelfth night?

The same Rabiul Awwal*?



In the north-east a dark flag flutters.

Israfil’s trumpet of destruction

Also sounds feeble today. The breast-shattering lightning weeps inconsolably.

Why does the devil Azazel stand at the Prophet’s door?

From his breast too tears flow, flooding the plains of Madina.

Borak raises his hooves above his head,

Tears through heaven and earth.

He weeps aloud, and, looking up towards

Heaven, neighs loudly.

Houris and fairies grieve,

Their eyes sparkling with tears.

Today the flaming rivers of hell have turned to water;

The narcissus and poppies of Paradise shed countless tears.



Mother Earth weeps, clasping the corpse of her son to her breast.

She carries the bier of her son, her body racked with sighs.

In the cave of hell, the jinns weep.

Will Solomon die a second death?

The doe forgets to nurse her young;

The sorrowful bird forgets to sing.

Flowers and leaves fall, a cold north wind blows.

The life of the earth is ebbing, her veins and arteries rent.

There is no end to mourning

In Makkah and Madina

It is the field of the Day of Judgement;

Everyone rushes about madly.

The Ka’aba trembles, and all Creation seems to gasp its last breath.



The herald’s bugle sounds sadly today.

Whose sharp sword slashes again and again at the distant moon?

Abu Bakr’s tears flow in an endless stream,

Mother Ayesha’s cries cause the heavenly stars to grow faint.

Maddened with grief, Omar violently twirls his dagger,

“I shall beat the life out of God,

I shall not spare Him today.”

The hero roars again and again,

“I will slash off the head of any one who dares to say

That the Prophet is no more – of anyone who tries to take him to the graveyard.”

In his mighty hand, his sword he whirls.



Who is that weeping inconsolably in every mosque today?

The grief-stricken muezzin’s call is faint;

There is no strength in him, in his empty heart.

Bilal’s voice breaks and falters as he calls the azan.

Who recites the heart-wrenching call for the funeral prayer?

Osman swoons, racked with pain, foam on his lips;

The brave Ali Haider has been subjugated by his grief;

His double-edged Zulfiqar

Is blunt with sorrow.

Alas, the Prophet’s beloved daughter Fatima weeps.



“Where are you, father,” she cries, her hair dishevelled and unbound.

Hasan and Husain writhe on the ground like slaughtered doves.

“Where are you, Nana?” they call and search for him everywhere.

The light of the day has gone out,

The moon and stars have faded.

The world has grown dark,

Every eye sheds drops of blood.

The seas crest and foam to drown the skies above,

Except for their salty tears, they will leave nothing behind on earth.

God Himself is helpless,

His seat itself has shattered.

He wishes to clasp His friend to His bosom,

But how can He wrench away the one for whom all creation weeps?



There is great festivity in Paradise today, great rejoicing.

The houris and angels sing in unison, “Sallallaho aleihe sallam*”.

Standing in rows, they sing praises of the Prophet.

Mother Earth weeps, unable to keep her son.

“Have Amina and Abdullah come? Is the virtuous Khadija here?”

Seeing the joy on the mother’s face as she sees her long-lost son,

The Lord of the Universe laughs.

“God, what injustice is this?”

Cry the children of the earth.

Today the bright lights of heaven grow brighter still;

There is increasing happy laughter there.

Only the light of Mother Earth is dimmed and darkness reigns.

The laughter of the heavens rings out above the tears of earth,

And from everywhere echoes the cry “Sallallaho aleihe sallam".



* Rabiul Awwal : The third month of the Islamic calendar
* Sallallaho aleihe sallam : May Allah honour him and grant him peace


Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam (1899-1976) was known as the  Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.

Niaz Zaman is an academic, writer and translator from Bangladesh. She has published a selection of Kazi Nazrul Islam’s work in the two-volume Kazi Nazrul Islam: Selections. In 2016, she received the Bangla Academy Award for Translation. This translation was first published in Kazi Nazrul Islam Selections 1, edited by the translator and published by writers.ink in 2020.

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