Mystery

It was night. The bedroom light had been turned off and everyone was sound asleep. I woke up to a sound that me myself was uncertained of. Suddenly scenes from a horror chinese story that i've watched late that night came to mind. Tu la.. gatal lagi tengok citer hantu. I laid down still. Just within seconds i felt like something had stepped on my fingers.. my nails to be exact, and it started to hurt badly. Clamping my hands tightly I was like.. what the? Pesal tetiba jari sakit ni.. After twisting and turning a few times, i fell asleep. The next moring, i was shocked to find that there were traces of blood on my pillow and pyjamas. My nail cracked and had turned blue black by then. I quickly scanned the bedroom area but everyhting was in place.

That was 17 years ago and up to this day, i still didnt know what hit me.

Father & Son

In the news, a couple of days back i saw a clip about a Palestinian boy (just about 3 or 4 years old) being torn away from his father by the Israeli militants. The boy cried helplessly watching the damn militants took his father away from him. His father was being accused of stealing water.

That may be the last day for him to ever see his father.

Heartbreaking.