Wang Mui (75 years old)
I moved into the Sungai Buloh Settlement in 1975, when I was 25. The next year, I married Ng Cheong Heong, and we had two sons and a daughter.
I heard there was a Buddhist temple in the settlement, so I would go pray on special days and donate a little to the oil fund—sometimes RM20, sometimes RM50, just to do my part.
At that time, my husband worked as a cleaner in the Inmate Store. He was a government worker earning just a few dozen ringgit a month. Life was tight—we had to be frugal with food, clothes, and daily needs.
To better care for the children, we moved out to Boon Tuan Farm outside the settlement. The temple sometimes held events, but since most were at night, transportation was inconvenient, so I rarely attended. Even for the float procession, I only walked halfway before turning back.
Recently, I had the chance to learn Japanese Nagomi Pastel Art, and I’m very happy. It’s fun, and the artworks look beautiful. I really like all the teachers, and after every class, I feel especially joyful. When the teachers are happy, we are even happier!
At first, I thought pastel painting was difficult, but with practice, it’s gotten easier. I complete every homework assignment seriously and never miss a class. No matter how busy I am, I make time to attend. I take photos of every piece I finish and look at them every day. If something looks off, I’ll redraw and practice again.
My daughter saw my artworks and said I’ve improved a lot—that I’m really good now! She also reminded me that we must rely on ourselves, learn to be independent, and not depend entirely on the teacher.
My biggest wish this Wesak Day is for everyone to be safe and healthy—and to have the chance to visit the temple and pray. I believe that when we pray, we are blessed.
