The Middle Man

Chapter 1

In the annals of Malaysian history, the BN party held sway as the preeminent force for an astonishing six decades, firmly steering the course of the government ever since the dawn of our independence. A pivotal moment arrived in 2009 when our nation brimmed with anticipation for the general election. In a momentous choice, Najib Razak emerged as our new prime minister, not merely owing to his personal achievements, but because he carried the legacy of his esteemed predecessors—his father, Tun Abdul Razak, and his grandfather, Tunku Abdul Rahman—both distinguished leaders of our nation.

Yet, the hope that he would emulate their revered traits dwindled over time as the reality of his tenure unfolded. Tangled in a scandal that shook the very foundation of his office, calls for his resignation echoed through the land, only to be thwarted until the thunderous 2018 general election loomed on the horizon. Former Prime Minister Mahathir Muhammad, an architect of our flourishing economy and once a member of the BN party, emerged as the candidate to unseat Najib Razak from the throne. And so, history was written; a new prime minister assumed the helm, and the once unyielding BN party relinquished power to the emerging PH.

Yet, beyond the grandeur of the political stage, let me introduce myself. I am Ahmad Ibrahim, a member of parliament, and a steadfast advocate of the BN party. Witnessing its fall has taught me a profound lesson—that even giants can stumble given enough time. While the government transformed, the essence of politics endured—endless debates, this time about the perils of social media. My 26 years in politics have yet to unravel its mysteries, for amidst the eloquent words, deeds sometimes elude.

Contrary to cinematic portrayals of virtue, politics is a ruthless arena where survival rests upon being the fittest. There's no room for the faint-hearted, and you either thrive or succumb. Such is the nature of this realm, where treachery lurks around every corner.

The parliamentary session drew to a close, and as evening descended, I headed home, my mind preoccupied. At the threshold, I beheld my wife, Aahna, seated with an air of seriousness that never fails to captivate me. We have been a couple since our teenage years, transcending the complexities of our divergent faiths—her a Hindu and I, a Muslim. Despite initial resistance from our families, love triumphed, and now, she is my anchor in a tempestuous sea.

Drawing close to her, I sought solace in her comforting presence, and she gently assured me, "Don't worry; let me ease your burdens." In that moment, I realized that love knows no boundaries, and with Aahna by my side, I feel invincible. She is my pillar of strength, and I am eternally grateful for her unwavering support.