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Date de parution | 21 novembre 2022 |
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MANGROVE MAGIC
Game of Clones
Ghazally Ismail
Copyright © 2022 by Ghazally Ismail.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022917692
ISBN:
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978-1-6641-0825-7
Softcover
978-1-6641-0824-0
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978-1-6641-0823-3
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CONTENTS
Dedication
1.Introduction
2.Unique Mangroves
3.Exclusive Residence
4.Visitors Welcomed
5.Transit For World Travellers
6.Getting About
7.Out Of Harm’s Way
8.Got You Covered
9.Staying Connected
10.Good With Food
11.Making More Of The Same
12.Game Changer In Climate Change
About the Author
DEDICATION
A scientist has a profound obligation to society and humanity. A cause and commitment one must endeavour to fulfil even past working life. I have chosen to spend my retirement disseminating factual information about the basic sciences underlying the health of our environment. I feel this deep responsibility to continue educating the policy-makers and public at large on issues related to biodiversity and environmental conservation. I intend to do this in a manner that can be understood by lay-people and youths of tomorrow. A very special kind of communication that was made easier by being around special people in my life.
I am forever indebted to my wife, Lesley, who had been by my side throughout my career as an academic and researcher. Famished and mentally drained, I was always guaranteed of her support during my writing this book. Lunch sandwiches, coffee and ice-cream for supper would always be delivered in perfect timing to the library at home. What I have to write in here, my children Azizah, Salina, Jeffry and Zachary have heard them all from me in their childhood days in Borneo. That helped made completing this project a breeze.
I wish to specially dedicate this book to my grandchildren, Alyssa, Nate, Jassin, Baxter and Caspar. May they be endowed with the education, awareness and convictions leading to an assurance that the future of our natural ecosystems and biodiversity is in good hands.
1
Introduction
The mangroves are mysterious places. It is a unique habitat where many plant and animal species have adapted to exist and thrive. Every close scrutiny of life there reveals the mind-blowing biological and behavioural features, which have come into play in their ability to survive and prosper for millions of years under inhospitable conditions. Every species is a victor of evolution and adaptation in its own right. They all have been champions in a perplexing game of clones. They are groups of individual organisms genetically derived from the original species, which could have been far from perfect to survive in the harsh environment of the mangroves. They are cells or organisms having a survival advantage over those from which they are derived. They have evolved and specifically adapted to live in the mangroves. Over millions of years, the inferior genes of their progenitors were eliminated, and the superior genes were selected through evolutionary processes and adaptations. The victorious and surviving species inhabiting the mangroves have continued to enthral us till today.
Mangroves are invariably found stretching along water bodies throughout the tropics such as the coasts, estuaries, rivers and lakes. In Malaysia, mangrove forests occur primarily along the west coast of Peninsular Malaysia, the estuaries of rivers of Sarawak, and the coasts and islands of Sabah. The latest census revealed less than 2 per cent of the total land area in Malaysia comprised mangroves. As a young boy, I remember admiring the pristine condition of mangrove forests stretching as far as my eyes could see. They were primarily untouched by human hands at that time. No one was interested in building their dwellings and living next to a mangrove forest despite the lush green landscape it presented. Humid smelly air that seemed to be buzzing with mosquitoes just didn’t appeal to most people.
But I have always been intrigued with the mangroves. I was filled with amazement about this unique ecosystem even growing up as a child. There were mysteries everywhere. Big and small questions popped up in my head as I wondered about how nature actually worked here. Why did trees have long green fruits hanging from their branches? There were alien-looking fish with a bulging pair of eyes that were able to walk on land. Why did it smell disgusting all the time? What were those millions of needle-like things coming out of the mud under the trees pointing straight up to the sky?
My natural interest towards mangroves waned a little because of their physical distances in later years. I left my rural surroundings of Jelawat Village at the age of twelve to spend seven years in a boarding school in Kuala Kangsar, a quaint urban setting on the west coast of Peninsular Malaysia. It was a stark difference from the rural setting to which I was accustomed. There were no mangrove forests within the vicinity that I could explore and enjoy. But during my time at Malay College, Kuala Kangsar, I found my fondness at drawing rekindled. I thoroughly enjoyed my art classes under the tutelage of an art teacher, Syed Bakar. I was immensely inspired by his ideas and personality that seemed to go off tangent to other teachers. Despite my love for arts and creativity, I ended up studying science in school. Malaysia, as a newly independent country, required more doctors, engineers, and scientists, so they told me. I completed a science degree in microbiology at the University of Otago, New Zealand. My student days abroad took me away from my childhood enclaves. There were no muddy flats and tangling mass of mangrove roots to explore. It was during my undergraduate days in a botany course at Otago University when I started reading about the uniqueness of the mangrove ecosystems. I found many of the seemingly simple and naive questions I used to ask as a child actually had complex scientific answers. They were far from obvious. In fact, as a biology student, I found some of the explanations to my childhood curiosities most enlightening. They made me understand the scheme of things and how evolution had come to the positive side of nature. Indeed, millions of years of evolution and adaptations have made mangroves the highly productive and successful ecosystem we have around us today.
After my doctoral degree from Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis United States, I returned to Malaysia to serve as a young university lecturer in Kuala Lumpur. I began to feel a renewed interest in mangroves. My fascination for this unique ecosystem was further ignited by the opportunities to join my fellow biology lecturers undertaking field research in the mangroves. I continued to ask probing questions and learned from them. Once a year in the mid-1970s, my young family would make a road trip to celebrate a religious holiday, Hari Raya Aidilfitri, celebrated by Muslims, which marks the end of the Islamic holy month Ramadan. It was a long drive from Malaysia’s capital, Kuala Lumpur, to my small village, Jelawat, on the east coast of Peninsular Malaysia. I was then working at the newly established Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia (UKM) at its temporary campus in Jalan Pantai, Kuala Lumpur. For a Malay, during festive holidays like Aidilfitri, it was a custom to be with your parents in the house in which you grew up as a child. Annually, this would be the road trip much looked forward to by everyone, especially those advancing their careers in the bustling cities away from the rural kampungs in which they were born and raised. My wife, Lesley, would plan a picnic stop to break the ten-hour journey. It was more out of a necessity. The stop was not just to rest my stiff neck from driving but also to cease the usual moaning and whining of our two young children cooped up in the back seats during the long journey. Much to the relief of everyone, I’d stop at a nice open shady spot to have our lunch. But Lesley would without fail warn me beforehand not to stop next to a mangrove. She just couldn’t enjoy a picnic next a smelly mangrove. Of course, it would neither be ideal nor fair to enjoy the picnic she had spent days preparing for the occasion. Lesley would usually cook nasi lemak , a favourite Malaysian meal comprising basmati rice specially cooked in coconut milk with a blade or two of the pandanus leaf thrown in for the aroma. No one in their right mind would want to eat nasi lemak with the off-putting odour hovering in the air, no matter how scenic the picnic spot would be. The children, however, would express their disappointment at not having the chance to sink their feet in the muddy black sand of the mangroves and chase the mudskippers bopping up and down hurriedly into their holes. I would proudly tell them of my own childhood experiences stomping around