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THE MEMOIRS OF MUSTAPHA HUSSAIN - Malaysia Today

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Continuing the Political Struggle 349<br />

35<br />

Kuala Lumpur (1947-52):<br />

Continuing the Political Struggle<br />

I moved to Kuala Lumpur in 1947 to continue my perjuangan (political<br />

struggle) for Independence. Due to conditions imposed on me by the<br />

British Government, I decided to surreptitiously carry on as private<br />

secretary and adviser to Dr Burhanuddin. During MNP’s tour of North<br />

Malaya, I had felt the palpable lack of educated Malays in the party. Dr<br />

Burhanuddin was a solo locomotive engine pulling too many coaches; a<br />

second engine would certainly help.<br />

While attending the PUTERA-AMCJA Conference in Kuala Lumpur,<br />

I had left some money with Ibrahim Karim (Secretary-General of API,<br />

later banned by the British) as a down payment on the house he was<br />

about to vacate. The sum also included some money to assist his return<br />

to Batu Gajah. This answers Ahmad Boestamam’s question, “Where did<br />

Ibrahim Karim get the money to return home to his village?” which had<br />

previously appeared in a press article. Ibrahim had in fact sold the party’s<br />

typewriter but it was still insufficient for his family’s return fare.<br />

I left Matang 1 for Kuala Lumpur with $250, several battered suitcases<br />

containing worn-out clothes, a wife, three daughters and a son. Not<br />

a single item we wore or carried was new. While many Government<br />

Servants were celebrating their back pay, I had been languishing in a<br />

British prison, and later dismissed from my job. While travelling in a third<br />

class coach, I felt hopelessly sorry for my four children who were forced<br />

to move, their schooling once again interrupted. They were indeed the<br />

innocent victims of my political struggles. But I buried my feelings, in<br />

the hope that their future would be less bleak in a ‘free’ Malaya.<br />

An ugly incident occurred upon our arrival at the Kuala Lumpur<br />

Railway Station. While negotiating the cost of ferrying my family to<br />

Kampung Baru with a Malay trishaw-puller, a burly Sikh taxi driver<br />

intervened. I told myself, “A taxi ride would be faster and safer; Kampung<br />

Baru was quite a distance. Further, we would need three trishaws and<br />

my children were tired and restless.” While I was thinking, the two men

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