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Saturday 30 May 2015

A horrible nightmare.

It was a fine morning at first. I went to the class as usual, learning with friends, hoping that it's going to be a great day. During our break session, we (my friends and I) went to the cafe. While eating, there's been this news on tv about what happened in Gaza and Palestine, where almost majority of their children and women were killed by those terrorists. We watched it and of course we're sad, the whole Muslims are sad looking at our own brothers and sisters being tortured by them and we can't do anything about it besides praying.

But then, since the situation isn't happening at our place, so we went through the whole day peacefully like everyday (honestly). After class, I made a plan to go back home since I'm free from assignments and classes. I planned to make a surprise to my family by not telling them that I'm going home on that day. Luckily, Erne was going back to her hometown too, so both of us went to ktm ukm by bus. Since my house is located near to the ktm, so I can just walk from there.

But things ain't going well as we planned. During our way to the ktm, the bus was stopped by a few men with guns in their hands. From the place where I sit, I could see that everybody outside the bus were killed and blood splashes are like, everywhere. Erne and I hide behind the seat, hoping that those people won't see us or they will definitely kill us.

But then there's been this kind of background sound of zikrullah playing in my head. And Erne was reciting the syahadah, it's like a sign that we won't get away from them, alive. It's like the world is going to end. It's like we're going to die there. And the saddest thing is that, I haven't met my family yet and I probably won't be able to meet them. That was the last thing on my mind-- my family, before I recited my syahadah as well.

Perhaps the nightmare was some sort of syaitan's disturbance and after I recited my syahadah in that nightmare, alhamdulillah I was able to wake up, but with tears flowing through my eyes. I was terrified. The dream was so real and frightening. I know that dreams are dreams, not necessarily will happen in real life but that doesn't mean dreams can't happen in reality, some dreams may happen.

With what we saw and what we learn, see it for yourself that Malaysia is not that safe anymore. The leader of the country itself is hated by his people. I'm not saying this as a hater as well but I'm afraid if the history will repeat itself. Lets just pray for the best. May Allah protect all of us, Malaysians.

This story was drafted last year, and it takes time for me to publish it, with no reason and no intention to scare any of you who are currently reading this. I just hope that dreams will stay as dreams, even when it is better than the reality.