I spent the morning reading blogs from one to another linking in political items. Gua rasa tetiba clever la pulak. Please trust me when I say that I've been feeling so very tertumus about recent news since I don't get to catch news at prime time, hate the papers online and don't get to go through the daily newspapers.
The news began this morning when I was catching up with morning FB status and most Shah Alamian posted up their say. I was lost. Eventually I found that they were bustling about a 15-year old boy whom was shot dead for attempting to run from a road block in Section 11. Wow. It felt so... It's so close to home. Shah Alam is so close to heart. A 15-year old boy? And it seemed more familiar when many was updating like arwah was a backdoor neighbour.
Indeed. It came to surface that arwah was the little brother to Ereez Putra. If you were born in 1976 and went to school in Raja Muda and Section 2, you would probably remember him at one point. I used to go to school riding the same van with him and his older sister. I only remember that Ereez changed a bit after one incident of him falling off the roof during one school holiday. I don't know how they turned up to be. So when Ereez's name appears, it seemed distant and familiar at the same time.
Takziah to the family of Aminulrasyid Amzah, the 15 year old boy oso to Ereez, Kak Tuty and their family. I understand that it was their late brother whom died from having been shot by the police during a roadblock. It's quite a big thing since Mazidul Akmal blogged about it. Innalillah hiwanaillah hirojioun. You can catch up here too - Berita Harian and Harian Metro. It's splattered all over town. Apparently. And I missed most of the chaos if not for the FB updates.
Family would be scarred. How he left was a tragedy. How it happened is still quite emotionally... uhm... unsettling. What actually took place is still samar-samar. At least, that's how it is for me. You can read about it but you can't actually tell what actually happened at the scene. The issue is up more on because he was only 15. And he was shot.
They did a roadblock. He was 15 and driving out late without a license. He probably panicked. And it happened. Death struck.
It's still all heresay still for me. Emotionally, I feel it as a mother. Any mother would find it hard to believe such a thing could happen. The dismissal of our own flesh and blood and everything else in between it. All non-verbal acceptance of so many things possible at the same time.
Objectively, it was tragic how it happened. The whole scene will have to be assessed and judged. No one actually knows what happened aside of those who pulled the trigger and where there to sink it all in for something that would be in their minds forever, never to be forgotten.
I can't really say much. Apa pun pendapat kita, we have to remember that ultimately kita akan pergi pada waktu yang telah dijanjikan oleh Allah tidak kurang walau sesaat pun.
The whole thing was tragic, yes. Tapi redha arwah pergi itu juga perlu. No one can bring him back. He is gone.
Again, takziah buat family arwah.
~ Al-Fatihah ~