Sometimes when we see people who are in trouble it remains only as a trouble. We don't feel it, we don't understand it, and we just give a sympathy look just to show our concern. Berat mata memandang, berat lagi bahu memikul. People who were raped, do you know what do they feel? Do we understand their horror? Do you want to know it? Well, I assume many don’t want to experience it, well I would say don’t. Do you know how it feels? Well, it feels terrible! Imagine somebody who is cruel filling his heart with darkness crossing, exploring, searching, messing up into your body, how do it feel? Disgusted? Well YES!
Why do I know this? Of course I’m not being rape.
Well, last weekend my family and I were out of state, and when we’re back, it turns out our house was robbed. I lost my laptop, my mother lost all of her jewelry, and luckily we’re not the type who put a lot of money in the house. Well, we’re okay, I’m okay. What I hate about this robbery is when seeing how my father reacts, well, I pity him seeing he cried. Thank God my mom is okay though she’s the one who lost biggest.
The police had done everything that should though it feels disappointed to see how they do their job, well not putting them into a good standard. We too do seek an Imam to pray for us and for sure we too pray for all of these shouldn’t happen anymore.
When my friends ask me how is everything? Well, it feels like being raped! Like I said, “imagine somebody who is cruel filling his heart with darkness crossing exploring, searching, messing up into your body, how do it feel? Disgusted? Well YES!” It is too disgusted to imagine somebody who is bad entering our house.