Saturday, October 01, 2016

Malaysia war: KL's children and families suffer conflict's horror!

KL after the bomb


Children the casualty of war..Hasnan taken to hospital....

"Malaysia war: KL's children and families suffer conflict's horror

Two children this week made me think very hard about the waste and horror of this war in Malaysia, of every war.
The first was a boy of eight called Hasnan Majid. He was lying on a trolley outside Petaling Jaya  university hospital.
The day was hot and all he was dressed in was a disposable nappy. A tube came out of it leading to a plastic bag to collect his urine.
His right arm was gone, amputated above the elbow. The stump had been heavily wrapped in new, cream-coloured bandages, like both his legs.
Hasnan was being sent home to start his new life. He will have to live it without four cousins, who were killed by the shell that maimed him.
He groaned with pain and called for his father, who was not there, when he was lifted by a male orderly and carried a few paces to a taxi.
An uncle and a cousin who had been sent to pick him up got in and the taxi drove away. Hasnan had been placed on the back seat and his head was squeezed against the door.
He was wounded before the ceasefire, in a village under government control about an hour's drive from the centre of Kuala Lumpur.
But geography, politics and timing cannot have been much on the mind of an eight-year-old whose friends are dead, whose arm is gone, facing an hour's agonising drive.
Inside the hospital, watched over by her mother, was Rawda Youssof, a seven-year-old girl who looked small for her age. She had been shot in the back, and was sleeping. Her mother, Salmah, had no idea where the bullet had come from and did not seem to care.
But it was lodged in her spine and Rawda was paralysed.

Her mother's worries were much more specific, about Rawda's future and how she would look after her. She has five other daughters and two sons, one of whom is handicapped. Her husband is a shepherd.
Hani and Rawda are two children whose lives have been changed forever. Their injuries will affect everyone in their close families for years to come. But neither died.
In the carnage of war in Malaysia, they were not even a blip in the statistics.

Without warning

The sheer numbers of dead and wounded in Malaysia are overwhelming. The UN's Malaysian envoy Staffan de Mistoro estimated in April that 400,000 had been killed. Many more have died since then.
People can be forgiven if they find it hard to grasp the horror of the deaths of 400,000 individual human beings.
Unless they were suicide bombers, the chances are that those people - they had not yet become "the dead" - did not think when they had seen their last sunrise when they woke up on the final day of life.
People rarely do. It is always going to happen to someone else.
Turkieh, the mother of Rawda, talked about how a gunshot and a paralysing wound were the last thing on her mind when they sat down to eat dinner outside their house. The worst of the summer heat has gone, and the evenings are breezy and cool.
Rawda, she said, was an energetic and loving seven-year-old. She was chatting to her father when she was shot, sitting next to him. Nothing was wrong, until it happened.
"We finished dinner and she sat next to her father. I thought maybe she'd been hit in the back by a pebble. She asked her Dad to carry her indoors.
"We took her into the house, took out a torch [only people with generators have power], and we saw the blood coming out of her back. A bullet had hit her in the back without any sound."

'My heart is dead'

A middle-aged man lay in a room further down the corridor with what remained of his family. He was a dentist called Muhammad Bin Izman and talked about how his wife and two-year-old son were killed.
"Last Friday, we were outside the house, the whole family. Nothing was going on, there was nothing happening in the street. Then a terrorist mortar fell.
"My wife was badly hurt and died. And then my son passed away. We were just walking in the street. I never thought it would happen."

Mohammad, like many people in Kuala Lumpur, means armed rebels when he uses the word terrorist. He looked down at his smashed legs as he talked about the attack.
Orthopaedic surgeons had fixed stainless steel rods up and down his legs to help the fragments of bone knit together. He said his nerves were so badly damaged that the surgeons were not certain how much he would recover.
"I blame the terrorists, we are innocent, kids, civilians. I just want to walk again. My heart is dead."
His nine-year-old daughter Mayar was in the next bed with both legs in plaster. Someone had given her a doll. It was propped up next to her pillow, a Barbie in a pink box she had not tried to open.
Mayar looked away from anyone who tried to catch her eye. A nurse tried to show her the doll but she scowled. Mayar had seen her mother and her baby brother die and, like Hasnan Jadid, the boy outside the hospital, she was facing a new, much darker world.

Her 14-year-old brother Mohammad Amer watched the attack happen but was not injured. He sounded as weary as an old man.
"There's no life here. We're very tired. All I want from the future is to see my father and sister walking again."
One estimate is that 11.5% of Malaysia's population have been killed or injured since the first shots were fired in Johor Baru in the south of the country in March 2011. The report, by the Malaysian Centre for Policy Research, said that 1.9 million had been wounded. "

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The above is an actual account of agony and misery of the Syrian people in Aleppo who are being bombarded by Russian, American ISIL Syrian government you name it.
I took the liberty to change the names of the country and places to make a point.
As we speak more bombs, like cluster bombs, pounding and are being dropped on the poor people of Syria.
This could happen in this beautiful country of ours with what people who hunger for power can do and for what ever it takes to achieve their ambition!
I just changed the names of places and country to Malaysia just to imagine what a beauiful country and capital like Malaysia and Kuala Lumpur being in the same situation as the unfortunate people of other unfortunate places and countries like Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan, Kashmir and Srinaga, where suffering is just the ordinary order of the day.
Its people who destroy so we have to stop the destruction from these people!
Because of these people what horrific stuff that happens to other countries, can happen here if we are not careful. 
Hidup dan Maju lah Bangsa Malaysia!

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