When news of Michael Jackson’s death was broadcast, I could not believe what I heard. I know that name, Michael Jackson. He is the black guy whose records my brother had brought home when we are teenagers. At that time, our parents were confused and concerned over this newfound obsession with western music, song and dance. We were teenagers, my siblings and I; we understood the message in the music like Bad, Thriller and Heal The World. What I thought we were most connected to was neither his dancing nor singing; it was his music videos and concert performances.
The story of Michael Jackson’s (his Muslim name is “Mikaeel”) childhood touches me most. I published news of his auction in Feb 2009. Then I wrote: “We all know how childhood will affect the way we carry ourselves during adulthood, but none more dramatic than this man’s stories. There is no other kid who has [...]
There are only two names that keep appearing in my head today, Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. In an effort to avoid reading or watching anymore news on television about them, I browse for activities to keep busy doing other things. That is what our brain needs isn’t it? A rest or do something different [...]
It’s going going on! The King Of Pops who is better recognised as just Michael Jackson, the man whose face has been changed more times than we can remember, is now on the limelight again. Is his health ailing? Is he going to court again? Whatever the reasons, Michael Jackson will have lots of collections [...]
I was probably 13 or 14 years old when this was published. I was a child star. the headline read: Hanifa A Malay Student Child Actress Who Speaks Mandarin My father was very proud and had kept this in a photo frame. I have been keeping it in a folder eversince. He died when I [...]
Follow @hiannie on Twitter