Who is to blame?

While the government is trying to nip the chaos caused by Bersih 2.0 in the bud, majority of the citizens sneer at how paranoid and anxious the government is towards their noble intention to clean up the dirt in election – at least that’s what they think.

Arresting innocent people for wearing yellow T-shirts on the day when the sorority held the so-called illegal assembly has somewhat shown a lil bit insensibleness of on-duty polices. I’ve heard of some who are strictly in the opinion of the gathered rebels are to blame and some of those who are on the other hand.

Well, according to my comments posted on some blog posts of other bloggers’ regarding the so-called illegal union, I believe you know which side I used to be on. Yes, used to. I had simply forgotten that I was and as a matter of fact, still am studying in Kedah which is – as you’re well-aware – conquered by PAS. You know how persuasive its leaders and followers are, don’t you?

Sadly to say, they had managed to influence my fickle mind – pfftt.

Never mind, people. I’m all wise now. My dad and brother had brainwashed me right after I got back home for mid-semester break.

Bersih 2.0 followers, you do not want to know what they've said to me, do you? For the sake of keeping the harmony of our country as a whole and my blog, in particular, I’d rather not tell you.

To be true people, I’m posting this one particular post not to discuss about the big issue that has shocked the world but how pathetic most of our minds’ are and no exception to the on-duty polices’, guards’ and whoever involved in arresting people in yellow T-shirt on 9 July – the anniversary of my broken relationship with him which he isn’t even bothered to remember (you do not want to know about this, seriously =.=”).

Well, all I wanted to say starting from early of this post was – accusing the innocent people in yellow T-shirt of supporting the so-called illegal assembly is just the same with the following situation which I tell you, is based on a true story. My true experience.


Early of this year, when I was in Kedah, I had almost succumbed to death. Okay, that’s a lie. No, I hadn’t had succumbed to death but I’d lost lots and lots and lots of blood which had caused me to think that I’d come near to death. That was pretty my assumption. So, I was brought to Sultan Abdul Halim Hospital to check what was wrong with me.

Right after I reached the counter – accompanied by my kind roommate named Afiqah Hassanor – the persons who were in-charge asked me what was wrong with me – which of course I myself didn’t have the answer or I’d have not been there otherwise – with not even a tad bit of sympathy. Damn you, men.

So, this was what happened.

Person in-charge 1 : Kamu sakit apa?
Me : Saya tak rasa sakit di mana-mana bahagian tubuh saya tapi saya tengah berdarah.
Person in-charge 2 : Berdarah di mana?
Me : *turned hesitantly to Afiqah* Di bawah.
Person in-charge 1 : *craned his neck to take a glimpse of my bottom*
Person in-charge 2 : Di bawah mana?
Me : *WTH I’d thought* Saya tengah pendarahan. Darah tak berhenti mengalir keluar dari kemaluan saya.
Person in-charge 1 & 2 : *Looked at each other*
Person in-charge 1 : Sejak bila?
Me : Pagi tadi.
Person in-charge 1 : Berapa pad dah kamu pakai?
Me : Dari pagi tadi sampai la ni, dah empat kali saya tukar.
Person in-charge 2 : Kamu mengandung ke?
Me : Maaf, saya baru 18 tahun.
Person in-charge 1 : *Asked in a raised voice* Kamu mengandung ke?
Me : TAK! Saya tak mengandung!
Person in-charge 1 : Kalau tak, kenapa berdarah?
Me : Manalah saya tahu sebab tu saya datang sini! Nak check apa sebabnya. Nak buat check-up.

The two of them had indirectly accused me of being pregnant out of wedlock. They didn’t have to tell. I know from their facial expression. They had looked at me as though I was the most disgusting girl they had ever met. They went inside and told some of other workers who later looked at me suspiciously and chatted with each other in a very low tone that I couldn't hear a thing they'd said.

Later, I went inside a doctor’s room. The doctor asked me the same question – what my sickness was. After she heard about my blood flowing out unstoppably like a river, she started to say something which was nonsense to me like my sickness was relatable to my had-yet-to-be-known pregnancy, and asked whether or not I had a boyfriend.

Doctor : Awak pelajar mana?
Me : UiTM Kampus Sg. Petani.
Doctor : Berapa umur awak?
Me : 18 tahun beberapa bulan.
Doctor : Hmmm … awak ada boyfriend tak?
Me : *staggered*
Doctor : Haaa! Adalah tu!
Me : No, I don’t! Saya tak ada boyrfriend.
Doctor : Kita ambil darah kamu dulu untuk buat ujian mengandung.
Me : Whaaaaaaat?
Doctor : Ya. Kita ambil darah sikit saja. Kamu pergi ke bilik belakang. Nanti aka nada nurse ambil darah kamu.
Me : Tapi saya tak mengandung!
Doctor : Jangan risau. Kita cuma uji darah kamu saja.

Consequently ...

Doctor : Jadi keputusannya ialah … *chuckled cutely*
Me : *furrowed my eyebrows*
Doctor : Kamu tidak mengandung! *laughed* Kamu takut ya?
Me : I knew it.
Doctor : Betul ni tiada boyrfriend?
Me : Betul! Sumpah!
Doctor : Okey. Apa-apa pun, take precaution ya?


Hence, who’s to blame for having such prejudice like that, huh? Why wouldn’t they be sympathetic instead of judgmental as though they were psychics or something? When questioning why they had acted such a way, a part of me told that they were not to blame. My sickness was coincident with the momentous issues at that time which were abortions being illegally held around the world and out-of-wedlock babies being cruelly dumped.

But still, muka punya suci macam wa pun dorang boleh fikir wa mengandung anak luar nikah ke? Hampeh betul.

Isn’t my experience akin to what had happened to those innocent people who were arrested simply for they’d wore yellow T-shirt on that day? No, not the part of being accused but the part of how current issue affects all of us regardless of who we are, what race we are, and what our stand is and etc.

"Can you see what I see? We live in a societal country. Because of a number of rebels, other innocents are likely to be affected as well. Do you know why?"
Because we are one.