Lahad Datu, Selatan Thailand

Terbaca berita mengenai kemelut di Lahad Datu, terus teringat kan Atie and family, in the meantime, kat tv was showing another bombing in Thailand, lantas teringat saudara disana. 

What else can I do, other than non stop du'a moga semua ni berakhir with minimal "damage".

I am not the person to talk in details about the motive or propaganda whatsoever, its not easy to understand "perjuangan" these people. Let me share some experience of one being in this situation, from orang kampung point of view. 

Bila terjadinya perebutan kuasa seperti di Thailand, orang kampung yang kebanyakannya bekerja as petani dan penoreh getah atau peniaga kecilan yang menjadi mangsa. As we are all aware, Muslims disana memang tertindas. Bayangkan, even ada degree etc, its not easy for them to get a job. They have to pay to get paid. 

For small farmers pulak, since "perang" tercetus, tidak aman kehidupan harian. Tak boleh keluar bekerja. Tembak menembak everyday tu dah normal sangat dah, and kalau cuba jugak keluar menoreh getah misalnya, nanti esok akan ada la beras dibungkus kain putih terpaku di pokok getah as a warning of kematian. Motif? Untuk melumpuhkan ekonomi mungkin, saper yang buat? Those "pejuang". Saper yang teraniaya? Saudara Muslim sendiri. 

Not only that, bila merata duk bedil, bom sana sini, ada la pihak yang tunggu kesempatan kalut macam ni  pecah rumah mencuri merata, berbunuhan. I lost one dearest uncle during that time, kena tembak selepas solat Asar, baru nak duduk minum kopi. Datang orang tu dengan motorsikal, "bang bang" jarak dekat. My Uncle jatuh, hanya sempat ucap "Allah".. and another "bang". Done! Couple of years later, his wife pulak kena. 

I sempat bawak Papa JJ balik sana few years back. Takut? Not really. Cuma tak boleh keluar sesuka hati, still very dangerous, dengar bedilan sepanjang malam kot. Kami kat sana few days jer, bayangkan orang yang tinggal sana. 

I takder nak buat any conclusion regarding this matter, hanya berharap semuanya berakhir dengan selamat. 

*Since my uncle pass away, we all started to get rid of our foul language. Sambil menangis sambil gelak with my brothers when we talk about how he died. Yer la, in case kami kena tembak ker apa ker, tak nak la sebut "Oh f#*&". 

Ya ya I know we shouldn't even think of using that kinda language anyway.