ANOORA CHAPEK: Her Life & Times (by Antares)

Anoora Chapek in savage punk mode

In 1992 I relocated from KL to Pertak, Ulu Selangor, and lived by a wild mountain stream with the indigenous Temuan tribe as my nearest neighbors. There was a bamboo hut on the property that needed a new roof and floor and I chanced upon Anoora’s mother Indah Merkol and stepfather Rasid Aus fishing in a nearby stream.

They said they could help fix the hut and that’s how I got to know the whole family, because quite a few of them got involved in collecting bertam leaves for the roof and splitting bamboo for the floor. It took about eight days to get the roof and floor replaced. We threw a party to inaugurate the Official Residence of the Ceremonial Guardian of Magick River and that’s how we got to know our Temuan neighbors better.

The first time I visited Indah and Rasid in their village down the road, Anoora came to the door and when she saw me she turned and ran back inside the house. But on my second visit I had my SLR camera and all the kids crowded round to be photographed. Anoora, who was called Noor by her family, stood shyly apart and when I asked if she would like to be photographed too, she smiled and nodded.

Over the next few years I managed to gather more information about Noor Chapek. She was born 14 April 1971 at the Hospital Orang Asli Gombak and someone arbitrarily gave her the name Noorhayati binti Chapek, even though her parents were both Temuan and would have been horrified that their daughter had been issued a Muslim name. But they were illiterate and the Orang Asli Affairs Department had adopted a policy of encouraging Orang Asli to convert to Islam.

Her birth records indicate that she had hydrocephalus (water in the head) and appeared monstrous to her mother, who tried to sell her to one of the nurses. By the time the water in her skull was drained she had suffered a degree of cerebral damage. Since Indah was indifferent to the baby, her father Chapek Jalil decided to take the baby to his sister in Pahang for fostering. Indah and Chapek were not getting along and eventually separated – but not till they had produced one last child together, a boy named Atut. 

Indah with her hybrid grandson Ahau

After Chapek left her for another woman, Indah burnt her children’s birth certificates in anger, so when it came time for Anoora to get an identity card, the Orang Asli Affairs Department arbitrarily assigned her a random birthdate (4 June 1978), making her seven years younger than her true age. Her name was also shortened to Noor binti Chapek. She had contracted poliomyelitis when she was a toddler, just like her oldest brother Kasim, and they both ended up with a pronounced limp.

Intergenerational Pattern of Trauma

Indah Merkol had lost her parents at age 10, when her tribe was rounded up by British soldiers and forced to live in an Orang Asli encampment with a barbwire fence and sentries on 24-hour watch. The British Military Administration wanted the Orang Asli out of the jungle, so they could not supply Chin Peng’s guerrilla army with food. Hundreds of Orang Asli became depressed and succumbed to all manner of fatal diseases, and this is how Indah lost her parents. This is why Indah’s children never had much mothering and grew apart from her when they had their own families.

When I got engaged to Anoora, I asked her if she would mind my adding two extra A’s to her registered name, so that it would sound more melodious. The way her family pronounced the Arabic name “Noor” they made it sound more like “Noh.” Anoora seemed to like her extra A’s but her family started calling her “Norah” (unable to hear the difference the additional A’s made to her name). 

I learned that Anoora had flunked Primary One twice and after that she stopped attending school. Perhaps she was unable to put up with being bullied by other kids or being pressured by well-meaning but heavy-handed teachers. Anoora’s father Chapek decided to retrieve her from his sister’s home in Pahang and bring her back to live in Kuala Kubu Bharu, in Kampung Tun Abdul Razak, with his new wife Uman and her own children from a previous marriage. I don’t know what age she was when she was relocated to KKB. Probably when she had polio, but that’s just a guess. I visited Chapek and Uman in Kampung Tun Abdul Razak from time to time after he had a stroke and was no longer able to tend his huge durian plantation in Sungai Tua, near Batu Caves.

Chapek Jalil, his second wife Uman & one of their many grandchildren in
Kg Tun Abdul Razak, Kuala Kubu Bharu, a few years before his death in 2015.

Chapek Jalil, I learned, was descended from a bloodline that had been assigned the guardianship of Batu Caves – originally a Temuan sacred site associated with the legend of Nakhoda Si-Tanggang (which has in recent decades been co-opted as a Malay folk tale). As it turns out, a similar legend exists among many other indigenous tribes around Southeast Asia, warning against the arrogance that comes with elevated social status, causing us to despise our own humble origins.

On her mother’s side, I learned that the family totem was the dragon (naga). Anoora’s famous aunt, the celebrated Temuan ceremonial singer Minah Angong, often claimed that she could summon the dragon by singing a certain song to the river. Anoora’s late uncle Utat Merkol (who was married to two elf-maidens, called Orang Halus by the Temuan) once told me that I was married to the last of the tribal Dragonkeepers. Another uncle, Diap Ketum or Seri Pagi, was the last storyteller of the Temuan of Pertak.

Wedding photo by Lily Fu

When I met Indah and her third husband Rasid in 1992, Anoora had only recently moved in with her mother after living for years with her father in Kampung Tun Abdul Razak. This was decided after they realized she was susceptible to being lured into the bushes by smooth-talking young men during all-night wedding parties. Little did they know she would end up living with someone from an entirely different world.

Many have wondered (but never dared ask me) why I decided to marry Anoora Chapek. Her own mother believed that her daughter had been possessed by an elf-maiden who fell in love with me when I first arrived in this enchanted area. For my part, I only know that my heart spontaneously expanded when I met Anoora and learned about her difficult entry into the world and the travails of her childhood. I felt compelled to ensure that her later years would be pleasant and joyful beyond all expectations.

However, it was a long and arduous process, navigating the ego insecurity and pathological possessiveness she had inherited from Indah. There is a story to be told about how, in 2013, eighteen years after I wed Anoora in a 3-day tribal ceremony, Anoora began to liberate herself from the demon of self-destructive jealousy and slowly began to open her heart to everyone she met. 

A Species of Demonic Possession

Clairvoyant friends had informed me that a parasitic spirit had entwined itself around Anoora’s spine, feeding off the tribal rage, resentment and profound sorrow she had tapped into, accumulated over countless generations. It was a symbiotic bond between her and the parasite: it gave her enormous powers of endurance and obstinacy even as she fed the demon like a pet. On January 4th, 2013, with the help of two masterful spiritual healers, I performed remote psychic surgery on Anoora by visualizing the parasite as a crusty fungus-like tumor encasing part of her spine and carefully detaching it from her with an ultra-fine laser. It was far easier than expected and I distinctly “saw” the parasite getting dislodged and falling off her spine. 

Indah Merkol in September 2016

In our excitement we had completely forgotten to transmute and release the “dead” demon. Two days later Anoora complained of acute abdominal pain and I offered her some antacid tablets, which didn’t help. By the third day she was in such agony I rushed her to the clinic where the doctor scanned and x-rayed her abdomen. He was astonished to find Anoora’s lower gut completely infested with bacteria. He gave her a jab and some heavy-duty antibiotics and that put paid to the erstwhile parasite. After that she found it easier to break free of the jealousy programming.

Being absolutely illiterate and having grown up with a total lack of parental love and guidance, Anoora tended to channel her vitality in destructive, self-sabotaging ways, which made her the archetypal “wife from hell.” Two factors made me stick with her through thick and thin: firstly, I had vowed when I decided to marry Anoora that I would never leave her for another. And, secondly, I had grown a deep root in this heavenly location and nothing could persuade me to go back to urban living.

Anoora loves artistic mentor
Honey Khor (who doesn't?)

Seven years later, in August 2020, Honey Khor reappeared on the scene at the height of the “Covid” insanity and somehow got herself embedded in our humble hologram. She began to supply Anoora with art materials and gentle guidance and by early 2021 Anoora was happily applying acrylic paints on canvas – with remarkable results!

Not only is Honey a superb artist and art teacher, she also happens to have had vast experience working with “special needs” children and had recently embarked on a 4-year Master’s degree course in Art Therapy. Anoora grew intensely fond of “Teacher Honey” and began to look forward eagerly to her weekly visits. 

Honey Khor proved to be the natural facilitator of Anoora’s ultimate healing, by giving her a creative outlet for her childlike passion and a golden opportunity to feel genuinely proud of her own artistic accomplishments. 

Anoora was finally able to transmute her killjoy demon into a life-affirming daemon – a spirit in Greek mythology that serves to inspire art instead of illness

14 April 2023

Minah Angong, celebrated Temuan ceremonial singer, was Indah's elder sister