2021.
I found myself on screen for the first time. The segment was titled “Keris diberi nafas baru di kota kosmopolitan S’pura”. BERITA Mediacorp
It felt like a milestone — not because of the lights or the camera, but because it marked a moment when the world I’ve quietly been living in (the world of the keris, of heritage) stepped into a broader spotlight.
When I started out, it was just curiosity: steel, patterns, stories whispered between generations. Over the years, that curiosity became purpose. Purpose became voice. And in 2021, I had a chance to share it via Malay television news, in homes across the city-state.
I spoke about what a keris means — its artistry, its symbolism, its place not just in history, but in our present. The piece asked: how does something so ancient live on in a modern city-state like ours? I believe it lives because we give it breath. We give it stories. We give it respect.
That day reminded me: the simplest platforms often carry the most profound echoes.
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Keris diberi nafas baru di kota kosmopolitan S’pura