I was living in one of those house in Kim Keat Avenue. During my school days, I would study late into the night in the tiny little kitchen. There were only two bedrooms in those flats and as they were all occupied by my brothers and sisters and my mother, I didn't want to disturb them by studying there.
But the awful thing was that even if i was studying at about 1 am in the morning, someone in my family, would stay up and potter around the kitchen.
Of course this was distracting but i didn't want to say anything because there were being sweet and keeping my company. However, sometimes if they made to much noise, like washing the dishes at 12.30 or even 1 am, i would scold them, and tell them they should think of the neighbors.
They would continue to wash the dishes or whatever, but do it more quietly. However, they would not go to sleep until I did. This went on for the whole of my study years. If you're wondering how come i could stay up so late and still go to morning school, well, i got into trouble several times for being late. The teachers never believed me when i said i was up studying because there always thought i was something of a rowdy.
When we finally moved out of that Kim Keat flat and into Bandar Botanic. Several years later one of my sisters spilled the beans. She said in those days our Kim Keat flat was haunted. There was aspirit that would wander around all the time and everyone in the family had seen it except me. They assumed i had not seen it because i never mentioned it.
Actually that was a pretty good assumption. I really had no idea of such a thing. Anyway, when they had stayed up with me, it was more than just keeping me company. My family had loyally stayed up to protect me from ghost(even though they themselves are terrified of such things) but had never said a word. Really, there is nothing like a family that cares.
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But the awful thing was that even if i was studying at about 1 am in the morning, someone in my family, would stay up and potter around the kitchen.
Of course this was distracting but i didn't want to say anything because there were being sweet and keeping my company. However, sometimes if they made to much noise, like washing the dishes at 12.30 or even 1 am, i would scold them, and tell them they should think of the neighbors.
They would continue to wash the dishes or whatever, but do it more quietly. However, they would not go to sleep until I did. This went on for the whole of my study years. If you're wondering how come i could stay up so late and still go to morning school, well, i got into trouble several times for being late. The teachers never believed me when i said i was up studying because there always thought i was something of a rowdy.
When we finally moved out of that Kim Keat flat and into Bandar Botanic. Several years later one of my sisters spilled the beans. She said in those days our Kim Keat flat was haunted. There was aspirit that would wander around all the time and everyone in the family had seen it except me. They assumed i had not seen it because i never mentioned it.
Actually that was a pretty good assumption. I really had no idea of such a thing. Anyway, when they had stayed up with me, it was more than just keeping me company. My family had loyally stayed up to protect me from ghost(even though they themselves are terrified of such things) but had never said a word. Really, there is nothing like a family that cares.
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ni karangan adik aku azim tuk exam english dia next week...
inilah kali pertama aku rasa dia berani menceritakan tentang 'Penglihatan Sebenarnya' kepada orang lain(even not in the direct way)...
And just in case if u might wondering...generally the whole thing is the make up version..we are not living in Kim Keat Apartment(aku ingat ni mesti dia dapat idea dari biskut Hup Seng ni..), our kitchen is not that small and my brother is seldomnly study in the kitchen(based on the story, you can guess why)...
but the most important fact and the only truth about this story is just on the last part..
"Anyway, when they had stayed up with me, it was more than just keeping me company. My family had loyally stayed up to protect me from ghost(even though they themselves are terrified of such things) but had never said a word. Really, there is nothing like a family that cares..."
I dropped down to tears when I read these very last line...yes dear..it's so true...we never ever dare or even pretend to be brave enough to see what you see....to fight the enemy that we can't see...to challenge the thing that can make our heart stop just by staring right to it...But TO PROTECT YOU...THE MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY,,WE ARE MORE THAN READY AND WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVEN OUR VERY OWN LIVES TO PROTECT YOU FROM THOSE EVIL...
we live together, we die together and we support each other...and when we are together as one to protect our aqidah form being taken away by those evil jinn..trust me Allah said in Quran, We Already Won The War(58:21)...insyaAllah...insyaAllah...
Azim, if you are reading this...I just want you to be strong..I will be back, and I will prepare myself to fight 'them' again...and this time by Allah wills, they will suffer and be gone forever..If Allah allow it, You can take that as promise...I will be back,,and they will know this time..I'm prepared...
sayunyer...
Amal, plan reunion di Malaysia plz. akhir Jun kaaa.
aku jadual full ar ee..kalau kau plan ok gak,,kita datang kmb rama2 nak? makan kat dewan selera..