Saturday, 29 August 2009

A Catch

This is a story.. a very nice story that happened to me yesterday.. that I was caught , suspected of stealing in a supermarket.

“What?? Stealing?? Are you that bad to steal…? ” you might think of me.

Hold on guys. If I did do that, I will not write this entry to expose my wrong doing, will I?

Indeed, it was such an unforgettable experience. I have never thought in my life that I would be caught like that, being suspected a thief.

Haish.

To begin the story..

I was in a mall yesterday, just to spend my free time there alone. After about 2 hours went in and out of shops, I entered a supermarket with the intention of shopping groceries, of course. I was not familiar with the market which I couldn't find where the trolleys’ collection point was, so I took a basket to put in the stuff.

I walked around slowly to find what I wanted while bringing the basket on my left hand, getting the stuff and put them into the basket. When the basket became heavy, I left it by the side of the pathway and went to get another more stuff, then came back to the basket. I then lifted the basket and move slowly, trying to balance myself, and then put it at another place…and I left it again and went...walking around.. looking around..

I glanced my wrist-watch on my left hand several times.. thinking of asking help from my brother-in-law to come over here on his way back from his office to pick me up with those heavy loads. But I was not sure myself because it was still early and I have a lot of time to spend in the market if I were to wait for him.

While I was still in that uncertainty, I continued walking and walking around..window shopping..and again I left the basket at a corner. There were some stuff which I was really unsure whether to buy them or not; thinking that my basket would be extremely heavy… and if it was not possible to get my brother-in-law to come over to help me, it meant that I have to walk home alone, carrying all the loads with my two hands alone, go up and down two crossovers, and the journey would take almost half an hour to arrive my sister’s home. It’s not the UK to enjoy such a long walk though~

I stood still before different shelves while considering: "Is this item really necessary for me to buy it now or… should I just postpone it to another time, maybe this weekend? Hmmm.."

I looked at my watch again, “ Still early..it’s only 3.30pm". I was thinking of going to the washroom first and then came back to continue my shopping. So I got my basket and left it at a hidden place and then stepped out.

DISRESPECTFUL

When I was 5 steps away after passing the entrance/exit, out of nowhere a lady called me from behind. I looked back; a middle-age lady was stepping slowly towards me, folding her arms to her body.

She asked me, "Where are you going? What happened to your basket?"

Basket? A feeling of strange came into my heart. "Who is this lady asking me about the basket?Did she see me shopping just now? Hmm ... ". She didn't seem like a staff at the first sight, plus she neither wore uniform, nor a name tag.

I answered her, " I left it at a corner, just for a while. I wanna go to the toilet first then come back. Why?"

But she further asked instead of answering my question,

"Where did you leave your basket? Show me."

Again, I felt strange. Much strange now. Who is she??

She walked back, while looking at her back, a sign of “Follow me.” She was not friendly by looking at the way she talked to me and with no smiles on her face. That made me feeling uncomfortable with this lady. I showed her where I put my basket, and afterwards she questioned me again,

"Why did u leave the basket here?"

I explained again that I wanna leave it JUST for a while for the toilet.

But she said, "Come. Bring the basket to the counter and pay. Then you can go to the toilet."

I said with disagreement, "No. I haven’t finished shopping yet".

But this lady just did not understand it. When she saw that I was reluctant to do what she just ordered, she then said, "Ok then. You follow me to the Control Room."

“Control Room? Why? Where is it?” I asked hesitantly.

She replied, " Just come with me. I wanna check what is in your plastic bag."

”Allahuakbar”, I sighed with a bit mad. Gosh, what this lady thought about me? That I am a thief??

Forget to mention you, there was a plastic bag which I kept bringing it with me all the time when I was in the market, leaving the basket behind. I bought something from another shop before that so I didn't want to leave it in the basket too, afraid of it being taken by anybody else. That’s simple and well understood, that she suspected me of stealing in her market and place the items in the bag.

I was feeling hot inside my heart at that time, but when remembering that this is Ramadhan the Holy month, I tried to calm down and told myself that I have to face this with patience.

She leaded me to a small room, full with greyscaled-posters of people’s faces on the walls. I did not really pay attention on what all those pictures were showing me at first. She took the plastic bag from me and looked inside it.

There were only two items in the bag and she took out the smallest item. She asked me,

“Where did you get this from?”

I answered her, while folding my arms to my body (now my turn to act arrogantly to this disgraceful lady), “at Watson.” as shown on the bag please.

She questioned me further, “Really? Are you sure?”

“You can see the receipt.” I answered, feeling distrusted while looking at the receipt stapled at the opening of the bag.

“Where the receipt is?”

“There.” I replied shortly. Didn’t she see the obvious white small paper being attached on the plastic while she opened the bag just now?? Ufff..

She took a couple of minutes just to check the list of only two items on the receipt and to make sure it was truly bought at Watson, not picked up from her market. While she was doing that, I looked again at the walls and studied all those pictures.

They were showing different persons, holding several items in his/her hands at chest-level, with a signboard on the wall on top of his/her head read as,

“ I STOLE ITEMS IN (the market’s name)”.

Haha. Funny. Like a photograph taken when somebody was jailed, with the prisoner holding up his jail registration number.

After she was contented with the receipt, she then said, “Give me your handbag.”

Haish.

I was totally humiliated but I just kept silent while watching this lady doing her investigation. I tried to control myself and gave my full co-operation in making myself understand why she was doing that to me based on those pictures I saw. Only God knows how I felt inside my heart to be suspected for something I have never thought of doing that in my whole life. She acted and treated me as if I was truly a thief. Please!

After seeing through my handbag, she put it on her desk, and came closer to me. Guess what? Now, she was checking all over my body. This was really like a security check at the airport dude. Oh, I like~ [ read this with cynical expression please. ]

After she finished checking EVERYTHING on me, she then opened the door and went out, letting me to follow her from behind. She kept asking me while she walked slowly,

"Why did u leave your basket there?"

She continued, "You can't leave it there. If the manager saw it, he would be angry."

I was, again, feeling like to burst into anger that she kept asking me that question. I responsed with uncomfortable feeling,

"It's customer's choice laaaah".

She looked back at me once but I quickly said, "I wanna go to the toilet." Without waiting for her response/permission, I turned to my left, heading to the toilets outside the market.

I just didn’t care. I couldn't bear be with her anymore, kept following her steps and answering her (stupid) questions. I have explained and neither she has found that I was guilty, so what else?? Such disrespectful manner she treated me. It's not like this in the UK where people are so respectful to each other.

When I finished at the washroom, I came back in to the market.

Opps, the basket was not there anymore…~

"Where my basket is? Did she take it??"

I looked around, looking for basket (and the lady). Suddenly I saw it being placed not far from where I was standing. I kept looking around for the lady to "thank" her and to say,

“Hey, I’m going to pay now lah. Don’t you want to escort me again?? ”

Eleh.

I browsed the contents of my basket quickly, just to make sure everything was there, then I picked the basket and walked towards the counter to pay. Two or three cashiers were looking weirdly at me.

What?

Oh, because they saw me being caught several minutes ago. What a shame! Even the guard gave me a strange look too. They thought I was truly a thief…. :(

I left after paying. Feeling that I could manage to carry all the loads myself so I just walked home straightaway. No more shopping or window shopping please. My head was already pounding and I felt sick already, as usual.

When I reached home and unpacked the stuff, I noticed something….. There were 4 items missing. That lady really took the items and returned them to the shelves!

Crazy! She still didn't trust me even after she checked me and proved that I was innocent!

At least she should just leave the basket and saw whether I indeed came back from the toilet or not.

Maybe she was afraid of her manager. Haha. Somehow, I found something good behind all these. I got a coupon book from the market for purchasing. When I went through it to find any best deals, I found that I can save a lot on those 4 missing items with the presence of the coupons. Thanks to the lady. I am going back to your market today to get my missing items back and I am looking forward to seeing you again to say,

“Hi. I am here again today. So watch over me, otherwise, your manager will get angry with you if I do steal. ”

Haha.

So, moral of the story, don’t ever leave your basket when you are shopping although it becomes heavy to carry, don't place it at different places, don't go and come back to the basket to put more other items, and also don't stand still at different shelves for long time; otherwise you will be caught of stealing.

Nonsense, isn’t it?

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

HIJACKED

I was checking my bank account in the UK via online banking this afternoon and suddenly I noticed that my money was decreasing. I was doubt, was there any purchase I made before I left the UK that the payment was only done now? If that is true, then it is completely strange because it has been more than two weeks since I left though and such payment shouldn’t be so late.

I studied the transactions made and to my surprise, there were two payments that have been direct debited from my account without my knowledge. I never set up such direct debits and never knew about the home insurance as stated there as the references.

Haish.

Waiting for the working hour time in the UK, I then made a direct call from Malaysia to the bank at 2.30am local time (7.30pm UK time) to report about the strange thing to the Helpdesk which is open from 8am till 10pm. Although the total money taken from my account was not as much as my friend’s case (she lost almost £900 from her account!) I am now relief that the guy on the telephone said to me not to worry so much since I have deleted the direct debits set up in my account and with assurance that the bank will refund my money back very soon.

I said to the guy before hanging up the phone, I wish this will not happen again in the future. Hopefully!

A NEW LIFE CAME…

I was so happy and excited on last Saturday that my best friend and her husband came to visit me at home, after one year of not seeing each other. What made me so eager to see her was that, I wanna see her with her big tummy of 36-week-pregnancy. Hehe.

She was so cute being a pregnant lady. (Smile ^_^) . The next day she told me via SMS that she was forced by her doctor to give birth on the next day to avoid complication on the baby due to some problems detected in her womb. I wished I could be at her side in the hospital the day she was warded, but I just couldn’t. But alhamdulillah, all praise be to Allah that both of them are now safe (and hopefully are in good health too). She has safely delivered her first son on Monday, 17th August 09, after about 4 hours bearing the pain due to an injection made on her.

And the baby was born exactly 3 months after my rose petal's (my cute nephew's) birthday. I am really looking forward to seeing her and her new-born baby very soon… =)

… AND ANOTHER LIFE'S GONE

Yesterday my family and I went to visit my uncle (my mom’s brother) at my another uncle’s house after she received a call from one of her sisters telling her the worse condition of my uncle. He was really ill and was facing the death that all his 7 siblings were already there to give him the last honor and respect before he leave. We all have an overnight there and came back home at 6 in the next morning.

Tonight, my mom received a call again from my aunt around 8.20pm to come to the house as quickly as possible. Sound like something even worst was happening, we then rushed there after performing Isya’ prayer.

There were quite some people in the house at the time we arrived, coming to see my uncle for the last time of his life, who was lying down weakly on a thin mattress on the floor, breathing fast and slow alternately, in a room.

I moved silently through the people, entering the room, and sat myself besides him. I joined some people reciting the Quran and kept praying to Allah SWT so that HE will make it easy for my uncle on his death and to put the syaitaan away from him that could bring my uncle going astray from Islam at the very last moment of his life. Meanwhile, my other two uncles were sitting at both sides of his head, teaching him the shahaadah (tauhid recitation to bear witness that there is no God besides Allah and Muhammad PBUH was His Messenger) at his ears so that he could recite it during his sakaratul maut and died as a Muslim.

I kept my eyes on him all the time, and finally I could see his breath became very-very slow that he was about ready to leave. His chest was no longer going up and down showing that he was breathing, but I could see his throat was still moving, the sign that he was coming to the end of his life. Eventually, every part of his body came to still. He died at 10.15pm at the age of 66. I didn’t cry though, yet I was satisfied enough to see him leaving peacefully.

My uncle was a bachelor until he died and used to live with my family when I was kid, taking care of us like a father (we were orphans at that time). He woke us up in the early morning to prepare us for school, made breakfast for us, sometimes brought us sightseeing around the village with his old bicycle, etc. He then stayed with one of his married brother when I was 17. He was not only kind to my siblings, but also to his other nephews and nieces.

We came back home at 2am after my mom had a discussion amongst her siblings on what to buy and what to do next for tomorrow morning. We shall go back there at 8am later for his burial ceremony.

May Allah SWT, The Most Gracious and The Most Just, will bestow him with His Mercy for what he had done good in this world.

Al-Fatihah.

5.49am, 19th August 09

Monday, 10 August 2009

Home Sweet Home

Alhamdulillah... finally back in my hometown, Kelantan, after spending 9 days in Kuala Lumpur.. not really in KL per se actually, but I was also in Batu Pahat and Segamat last weekend.

I boarded a FireFly plane last night from Subang to Kota Bharu. Not only the departing airport is near compared to KLIA but the flight was also very nice, very new with scented in-flight air. Three years ago I boarded AirAsia from LCCT Sepang to Kota Bharu and I was really comparing it with FireFly now. The luggage limit for AisAsia is lower which is only 15kg and I needed, of course, to pay when check-in that time because my luggage was 20kg (I took connecting flight from London-Kuala Lumpur-Kota Bharu). FireFly has better luggage limit with 20kg.

I still remember how bad the AirAsia in-flight air was during my flight... so disgusting. AirAsia also didn't serve light meal as FireFly. With comparable flight fares, these two airlines should be at the same par in terms of customer services. I don't know how far AirAsia has improved after three years, let's see on 26th August where I shall be departing for Kuala Lumpur again and this time, using AisAsia service.

This is gonna be my two-week time in Kelantan.. only. That's very short time isn't it? But at least, I hope I could get days-off for Eid in September. My Eid with family after 4 years!!

How I hope~

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Malaysia

Alhamdulillah.. now I am back in Malaysia safely.. it is truly hot, but that is Malaysia.

I don't have any mood actually to jot down much about these past days. Just wanna say that, whoever wish to contact me, please do so via SMS since it is quite infrequent to get internet connection once back in Malaysia. It's not because I'm living in an isolated place with no internet connection but time has changed... no more like a student as before which most of the time if not at Uni then you will be spending much of your time in front of your laptop. True?

To those who haven't got my mobile number in Malaysiaand wish to have one, you can send me a personal message whether via Facebook, Friendster, email or YM. k? =)

Until we meet again, inshaAllah..

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

S.I.C.K.N.E.S.S

I was mad today.

Being mad because I HAVE to do something that I don't like.

I am sick of it.

Sick!

.. and I am NOT joking.

Everytime during and after doing it, I will really feel sick.

With the head starts to pound, the stomach starts to discomfort, the legs start to feel exhausted, the throat feels of vomitting... and everything... everything...

.... and wanna know what is that thing that always makes me SICK?

Shopping.

aaaarghh!!

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Danish Haziq


so people, here is my first ever nephew, 2 months old.. isn't it sooo adorable? =))

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Towards the last days....

Some people might be puzzled, where have I been, disappeared for quite a long time. Indeed, it is almost 1 month without any entry.. well, there you go :

20th June until 1st July 09 (11 days)

Manchester - Nottingham - Birmingham - Cardiff - Bath - Oxford - London - Manchester

6th July till 8th July 09

Manchester - Stafford - Birmingham (buying Queen Anne, hehe) - Bicester Village Outlet Shopping, Oxfordshire - Stoke-On-Trent - Manchester

^^

That had been really tiring but exciting journey with a lot of experience, lessons, and also blessings from what I would rather call it, "My hope on, hope off journey." Well, now I prefer to just be at home, enjoying my free (last) days in Manchester.. gyming with close friends... feeling great when sweating much. =)

BUSY-ness

I used to think that I would be so much free without anything to be bothered with when it comes to July. But I am totally wrong. Having thought to spend much of my free time to read and cook various of dishes, I noticed that I hardly found time to those two things, even to just be in the kitchen to cook for more than 5 minutes! Haish. What a poor me.

A lot of things actually need to be done before I leave the UK by the end of this month (inshaAllah). Sometimes I think that I should choose to go home in August instead of July. So one month truly holiday in the UK.

SUMMER?

Yet, I don't know whether to call this Summer or Autumn or... rather rainy season? Last week, there were some days with very hot weather, reaching the temperature of 34.4 degree Celcius..but this week, it has been cold again.. back to the temperature of 13 to 15 degree Celcius..with rains in the morning and evening..

-sigh-

Although, I will miss UK temperature once I'm back in Malaysia.. nice..not too hot... and to tell the truth, I haven't been in Manchester (or in the UK) in July or August since 2006. So I did not really know actually what Summer is like, rather I heard from my Malaysian friends around me that used to stay in the UK during Summer holiday that it was hot like in Malaysia. . even hotter. Hurmm... I think it's not applicable anymore this year.

GRADUATION

The graduation day is approaching... and it is actually scheduled to be tomorrow. Aah, I almost forget about that actually, with my mind packed with anything else to settle with. The other reason why is that, is.. because I am not attending the ceremony, so it is like in the very last row of "What to do in July" list. However, I am still going to the hall (inshaAllah) but will be just waiting outside... waiting for my friends to come out of the hall to take pictures together as the last memories.

Why I am not attending the graduation ceremony?

- Smile-

It's just.. because.. I don't want to.

That's all.

Well.. to me, it's nothing. When people say, "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you know. You should go. Otherwise you will regret it. After many years of hard work, now it's over. Why not going and get your reward for it??"

and my answer is: "No regret. It's my choice. The certificate can be obtained from the Student Service Centre what, not necessarily from the graduation ceremony..and.. I did not study at the University for this reward."

Allah has brought me here for something more important than that.

- Smiling -

I'll see you again on some other day (inshaAllah).

Until then, do take care.. (",)