Common Suki definitely does not mean MATE!! It is nearer to neighbour! Talking about halal food, when Asean members were on a visit to Europe some time ago, on my table was this Charles Bronson look-a-like from Indonesia; he told me of his family back home where all family members celebrated all the festivals because he sais you name it my family got it. He was born a Catholic and became Protestant and then a Muslim because of the current wife.
While we were being served with steak by the grace of our German host, this guy from another Malaysian port asked my Charles Bronson doubting the meat was halal.
Charles Bronson replied’ Don’t be an idiot, you have a knife in your hand, just say your prayer if needs be! you are a guest, give your host some respect or don’t eat!’
See, to some the false pride sometimes makes a fool of themselves. He, of course wanted to eat the steak and in the process of trying to feel holier than thou, he made himself rather foolish!

YB., I hope you would post a few more apolitical issues here! We may have political differences in resolving national issues but we need not put up social barriers in our relationship. With this, I believe, YB you have taken a positive move to bring down the temperature! cheers.
I, too am a suki-nan, my parents used to operate a similar shop in a small village in Selangor. My Mum was rather good in making all kinds of kueh-mueh, a combination of both suki-nan recipe and local kueh; the majority of our patrons was local Malays.
There was this local D.O, who would come and inform the patrons in the shop that the so-called ‘fried bombs’ for the day has been all sold! He apologized and then asked my Mum to pack them; some 50 pieces for his family picnic at the nearby beach.
In fact, the ‘unpolluted’ village is still on-going, though my family had stopped operating it, having passed down to a near relative to manage it!
During my teenage years, when I helped to take care of the shop, we would receive plenty of malay cakes during the Hari-Rayas and in return my Dad would send them tinned fruits and kaya, my Mum’s specialty. The local Malays had never doubted our sincerity in handling the food we served.
Maybe, YB, you should spend a little more time on foods to bridge the Malaysian heads through their stomachs