If Malaysia really like this, I am very disappointed... Democratic vs autocratic (by party) ??? Is Malaysia really a democratic country? When tomorrow news out, every citizen know what was happening in the night of 505... Really ashame of it... Me, a person who does not take care of politic, but seeing this situation, i still very disappointed... An 'on-time' electricity breakdown night, dark night with dark politic, most citizens also turn their heart dark after knowing the result of PRU-13... Consequently, will the future of Malaysia become dark???
No?! If and only if the dark hands can be prevented...
Please remember, you want to win, do what you must do...
On 20th April 2013, a robbery happened in Bukit Gasing. Many people may thought it is a common case. But, for me, the blog written by the victim's daughter after the incident is really touch... At the moment, I read it, I really want to go back home and stay with my mum... Especially, in this moment when i just finish a little operation yesterday, and now, there are no people around me, no friends accompany me, and only myself take care on my own... I miss my mum.....
Back to the story, the article written by that 17-year-old girl found on other website really toch... So, I break the copyright and repost it in here for other readers' references... Sorry for that....
I remember. I remember everything.
A few months ago in English class, my teacher asked us to write about
the person who we admire. I wrote about my mum. A month ago for my
English March Test paper, the topic I wrote about was “My Hero”. I wrote
about my mum. During my test, i had a writers block so I simply wrote
out everything i knew about my mum: her childhood, achievements, etc. My
mum is my hero. She always has been, she always will be.
20th April 2013. Mama left early in the morning for some event her Kiwanis Club’s
K-Kids had planned. She came back home with lunch for me and milo ais. I
remember grumbling to her because I didn’t want to follow my parents
jungle trekking. I did anyway. We had to set up a trail for my father’s
running group so mama was carrying a bag with just plain paper in it. I
remember grumbling to my mum as we went up and down the hills of Gasing.
She told me we’d be out soon. After 2 hours of trekking in the jungle,
we finally hit the road. It was the road in Gasing leading up to the
temple. We decided to walk back down to the car.
As we walked down the steep road, there was nobody there. No people,
no cars. Just the two of us. As we nearly reached the first house, we
heard a motorbike sound from behind. We turned around and saw two men on
a motorbike. Mama said walk further in the pavement so we did. As the
motorbike drove past us, they stopped. The man from behind jumped off.
My mum pushed me to the back and told me to go. The man attacked my mum
straight away, without saying any words. The knife he used was just a
normal kitchen knife, the blade was about 10cm long. As my mum tried to
protect herself, she turned to her left, only to be stabbed twice on the
back of her right shoulder. She was struggling to escape. The attacker
then proceeded to stab the back of her left shoulder. Mama tried so hard
to escape. She fell on the ground and the attacker pulled her on the
road and stabbed her thigh. I tried to help but the attacker thrusted
the knife my way so i ran back further. I couldn’t do anything but
scream at the top of my lungs. I screamed and screamed. The attacker
hopped on the bike and rode off.
I remember.
I remember watching my mums body lying on the road, all the blood oozing
out. The attacker did not manage to get any of my mums belongings. She
told me to call my dad. I ran down the hill looking for help. The first
house i went to, the maid (who saw everything that happened) ran in and
did not even try to help me. I ran further down and saw a car. They saw
me and stopped. And I told them what happened. The driver, Mr Lai told
me to get in and we drive up to my mum. Mr Lai called the ambulance and
the police while i tried to keep my mum conscious. There was blood
everywhere. My mum just kept saying “save me”. Her voice was so week. My
dad reached the site 10 minutes later, after running all the way. Mama
kept telling us that she couldn’t breathe. I prayed and prayed. She was
slowly losing herself. We tried our best to keep her awake and
conscious. The police arrived. We put her in the police car since the
ambulance hadn’t arrived. As we reached down the road, the ambulance was
there so they transferred mum into the ambulance.
I remember.
I remember sitting in the ambulance, holding my mums hand and trying to
talk to her but she didn’t respond. I remember crying. The paramedics
were doing all they could do at that point. I remember calling Eu Lim,
who was at church to pray for my mum. We reached the hospital in 3
minutes. They rushed my mum to the emergency was. I wasn’t allowed to
enter and i was so so scared. My dad had followed Mr Lai’s car and they
hadn’t reached yet. I had to settle my mums registration and then i had
to talk to the police. My dad arrived. Then my friends arrived. I sat at
the doorway of the hospital, praying and praying. 10 minutes later, my
dad came out and told me my mum didn’t make it. I dropped in the middle
of the hospital floor, screaming. Everyone was looking at me, but i
didn’t care. A bunch of doctors came out to get me, they took me to a
special room. They questioned me and they told me about how my mum was
already gone when we were in the ambulance. They tried their best to
revive her.
I remember.
I remember coming home. My friends just sat in silence. I just sat in
silence. I was covered in blood, mama’s blood. I had to get myself
together. I had to bathe. We broke the news to my sister through Face
Time and that was really hard to do. Slowly, people started coming. It
was hard seeing my aunts and uncles cry, my parent’s close friends, my
close friends & to know i had to keep it all together. It was really
hard, telling my story to everyone. It’s really hard to even close my
eyes for awhile because i see it replaying in my head over and over
again. Watching my mum lying in her pool of blood and not being able to
do anything. Not being able to save her.
People come, then people leave. All i hear are “I’m so sorry for your
loss” or “my condolences”. All i hear are people questioning me about
what happened, since i was the sole witness. But i am so tired of
telling this story over and over again. I am so tired of hearing other
people tell this story. This is my story. This is the truth. Newspapers
and reporters may twist it around and exaggerate to the whole world, but
this story will remain the truth forever.
I am truly grateful and appreciative to everyone who came, whether it
was for a short period, or a long time. Thank you to those who’ve
brought a little bit more of hope and joy to me, even though you guys
didn’t try. Thank you to those who’ve brought food and drinks, and
flowers. Thank you to everyone who called, texted, whatsapped,
facebook-ed and tweeted me. I dont know how i became a trending topic
overnight (#prayforhuiwei). I was mad at first, but then i realised how
much my family had all of your love and support. Whether i know you or
not, whether you knew my mum or not, all your kind words really helped.
My mother was such an amazing and beautiful person.
I remember.
My mum’s last words to me were “I love you so much” dying there, on the
road. I watched it all. I watched it all slip out of my hands. Now my
life feels so empty. I keep thinking to myself that this is all a dream.
Maybe I’d wake up and be able to avoid this from happening. Maybe if
someone pinched me I’d wake up from this nightmare. But this is reality,
and I have to face the facts. I have to face the fact that I’m alone
now. I have to face the sounds of crying and wailing from the other
room. I have to face the facts that I’m going to grow up motherless,
clueless and confused. It won’t be easy, but I will get through this.
Ma,
I love you so much. And I am so sorry I had to watch you die. I am so
sorry I couldn’t save you. But you’re with God now. Ma you’re such a
great person. Beautiful inside and out. And I thank you for teaching me
your ways. Thank you for always teaching (scolding) me to be a better
person. Even tho we’ve had our moments, and times we didn’t see eye to
eye, you’ll always be my best friend. Who’s going to pick me up from
school now. Who am I going to say “HEY MA” to and tell them about my
day. Who’s going to cuddle up with me on the couch and be lazy for
awhile.
Ma,
Remember how you used to come into my room while I was studying, and hug
me then tickle me. Remember how you used to sing me to sleep when I was
young. Or how you used sing when you’re happy. You had a beautiful
voice. Remember how we sat on the couch, looking for coloured beads to
do arts & crafts. Remember every single day we spent together.
Ma,
I just saw your body, lying in the coffin. You look so beautiful,
peaceful, just like you’re sleeping. And I have the biggest urge to
scream “wake up”. Thank you,Ma. For giving me life, for giving me love.
You taught me everything good in my life. You were always selfless,
God-fearing. You were my strong pillar of hope and love. And even though
you’re no longer here with us, you’re with God. And you’re happy, just
like how you appeared in Lissa’s dream. And I do hope justice will be
served. They’re working on finding the criminals, ma. They will be
caught. We all miss you ma, we miss you so much. Goh Ee and Sar Ee has
already appointed themselves as my ‘mama’ and I see you so much of you
in them. And it’s not going to be the same anymore. Nothing will be the
same anymore. You’re not going to watch me graduate, you’re not going to
watch me get married.
You’re not going to be there to take care of my
children. But I know you are with us in spirit, and you’re always
watching over us. Please give me the strength and courage to move
forward with my life. Please give me the motivation to be better. To be
more like you. To spread the love and joy. Papa, Tache and I will always
be grateful for you are the biggest blessing God has given. And maybe
you’ve done too much good so The Lord called you home. And you are safe
now, safe with God. He will watch over you (and us) and protect you. You
are safe from all the evil now.
I will make you proud, mama. I will make everyone proud. I love you
so much. I’ll love you every single day of my life, and I’ll never
forget whatever you’ve done for me. Thank you so much. Rest In Peace,
mama, I love you.
God will bless you, 17-year-old girl... Be strong...
