We Malaysians have our “waterfall” moments too. Like Nora, we go looking for them every now and then. Sometimes, we find it. Sometimes, we don’t.
But the search is a necessary journey. Seeing the waterfall, we will exclaim as John Keats did in Ode To A Grecian Urn, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty”.
In waterfalls, there is magic when sound meets sight. We are “waterfalls”, too, in a manner of speaking. Man, the created being, is an unmatched beauty. People in love know this.
Lovers will tell you how beautiful the one is to the other. But this magic waxes and wanes. Because we train our eyes to look for differences, not similarities.
Nora was a differently-abled lady. She had a way of seeing we must learn.
The way she saw waterfalls was one. There must have been many more we do not know.
All packed in the very short 15-year life. Nora walked miles in the dark to see the beauty in God’s creation. We must too. Not only in the woods and trees. But also the beauty of the humans that we are.
Yes, there is much noise out there. And other discordance. But there is music too. The discerning will hear this. To hear is to love all the things that God has created in the Universe.
Nora did something unexplainable to us Malaysians. For 10 troubled days, we followed every piece of news of the young visitor, hoping someone would find her alive.
The world, too, watched from afar. For that very 10 days, we did the same thing together: looked out for her. We saw neither colour nor creed. Gone were our usual distractions of divisive things.
Nora is not with us any more, but she has left a lesson for us all: “see” with your heart’s “eyes”. Because the other pair isn’t colour blind.
Thus we discover ourselves. The beauty in our differences. Through Nora. This is Nora’s story.
A story of Malaysia
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