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THE MEMOIRS OF MUSTAPHA HUSSAIN - Malaysia Today

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Batu Gajah Prison 311<br />

soon after he learned how to handle arms, he bolted with one. He was<br />

consequently arrested and detained by the Japanese, but their surrender<br />

saved him from execution. I would love to meet this person who did a<br />

lot for me in prison.<br />

Here is my last tale about cigarettes. My friend Zakaria received a<br />

bowl of rice and curry from home and invited me to join him. As he<br />

scooped the rice and fish curry, he discovered a packet of Japanese<br />

cigarettes under the rice. As he was a non-smoker, the pack was mine. I<br />

was like a child lost in a candy store. I dried the soggy cigarettes in the<br />

sun, waiting on the spot to make sure no warder found them or someone<br />

else pinched them. I re-rolled the tobacco with newspaper and shared them<br />

with my friends. Although the cigarettes tasted exactly like fish curry,<br />

we smoked them and imagined they were ‘Kooa’.<br />

Another dreadful torture was my craving for news of my family. Were<br />

they well? Did they have enough food? Enough money? I was sure my<br />

father would visit them. Should they be in danger, I was sure my father<br />

would move them elsewhere. Sometimes I saw their faces in my dreams.<br />

I was convinced that among the myriad stars that embellished the night<br />

sky visible through my high window, one was our guardian star.<br />

In the Batu Gajah Prison, I was ‘AT 86’ (‘Awaiting Trial 86’). I was<br />

reduced to just two digits. Through the prison gate we saw civilians<br />

passing by on bicycles, on foot and in cars. For us held captive, everyone<br />

outside the prison looked happy. At least they were free. Needless to say,<br />

we were constantly humiliated but we swallowed our hurt with grit. We<br />

also worked hard to ensure that our friends’ spirits would not be too<br />

severely dampened by despair and dejection.<br />

Lal Bahadur Shastri’s Visit<br />

Prison life was incredibly monotonous, except for one day in 1945 when<br />

Lal Bahadur Shastri came from India to visit IIL (Indian Independence<br />

League) and INA (Indian National Army) detainees. A famous lawyer in<br />

India, he was later elected Prime Minister after Jawaharlal Nehru. He died<br />

in Tashkent and his body was taken home to India. Shastri was on a factfinding<br />

mission; to gauge treatment meted out by the British to Indian<br />

detainees, their crimes, charges against them and appropriate line of action<br />

to defend them based on international law. I commented to my friends,<br />

“See, India is interested to investigate the fate of their freedom fighters.<br />

But who had come to see us Malay detainees?”<br />

A friend, well versed in law, gave us some free advice. He said, “If<br />

there are allegations, we should answer this way. ‘When the British

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