JURNAL HARIAN
JURNAL HARIAN DAHLIA
Friday, August 16, 2013
Ucapan Tarek Mehanna
APRIL 12, 2012
Read to Judge O’Toole during his sentencing, April 12th 2012.
In the name of God the most gracious the most merciful Exactly four years ago this month I was finishing my work shift at a
local hospital. As I was walking to my car I was approached by two federal agents. They said that I had a choice to make: I could do things the easy way, or I could do them the hard way. The “easy ” way, as they explained, was that I would become an informant for the government, and if I did so I would never see the inside of a courtroom or a prison cell. As for the hard way, this is it. Here I
am, having spent the majority of the four years since then in a solitary cell the size of a small closet, in which I am locked down
for 23 hours each day. The FBI and these prosecutors worked very hard-and the government spent millions of tax dollars – to put me in that cell, keep me there, put me on trial, and finally to have me stand here before you today to be sentenced to even more time in a cell.
In the weeks leading up to this moment, many people have offered suggestions as to what I should say to you. Some said I should plead for mercy in hopes of a light sentence, while others suggested I would be hit hard either way. But what I want to do is just talk about myself for a few minutes.
When I refused to become an informant, the government responded by charging me with the “crime” of supporting the mujahideen fighting the occupation of Muslim countries around the world. Or as they like to call them, “terrorists.” I wasn’t born in a Muslim country, though. I was born and raised right here in America and this angers many people: how is it that I can be an American and believe the things I believe, take the positions I take? Everything a man is exposed to in his environment becomes an ingredient that shapes his outlook, and I’m no different. So, in more ways than one, it’s because of America that I am who I am.
When I was six, I began putting together a massive collection of comic books. Batman implanted a concept in my mind, introduced me to a paradigm as to how the world is set up: that there are oppressors, there are the oppressed, and there are those who step up to defend the oppressed. This resonated with me so much that throughout the rest of my childhood, I gravitated towards any book that reflected that paradigm – Uncle Tom’s Cabin, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, and I even saw an ehical dimension to The Catcher in the Rye.
By the time I began high school and took a real history class, I was learning just how real that paradigm is in the world. I learned about the Native Americans and what befell them at the hands of European settlers. I learned about how the descendents of those European settlers were in turn oppressed under the tyranny of King George III.
I read about Paul Revere, Tom Paine, and how Americans began an armed insurgency against British forces – an insurgency we now celebrate as the American revolutionary war. As a kid I even went on school field trips just blocks away from where we sit now. I learned about Harriet Tubman, Nat Turner, John Brown, and the fight against slavery in this country. I learned about Emma Goldman, Eugene Debs, and the struggles of the labor unions, working class, and poor. I learned about Anne Frank, the Nazis, and how they persecuted minorities and imprisoned dissidents. I learned about Rosa Parks, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King,
and the civil rights struggle.
I learned about Ho Chi Minh, and how the Vietnamese fought for decades to liberate themselves from one invader after another. I learned about Nelson Mandela and the fight against apartheid in South Africa. Everything I learned in those years confirmed what I was beginning to learn when I was six: that throughout history, there has been a constant struggle between the oppressed and their oppressors. With each struggle I learned about, I found myself consistently siding with the oppressed, and consistently respecting those who stepped up to defend them -regardless of nationality, regardless of religion. And I never threw my class notes away. As I stand here speaking, they are in a neat pile in my bedroom closet at home.
From all the historical figures I learned about, one stood out above the rest. I was impressed be many things about Malcolm X, but above all, I was fascinated by the idea of transformation, his transformation. I don’t know if you’ve seen the movie “X” by Spike Lee, it’s over three and a half hours long, and the Malcolm at the beginning is different from the Malcolm at the end. He starts off as an illiterate criminal, but ends up a husband, a father, a protective and eloquent leader for his people, a disciplined Muslim performing the Hajj in Makkah, and finally, a martyr. Malcolm’s life taught me that Islam is not something inherited; it’s not a culture or ethnicity. It’s a way of life, a state of mind anyone can choose no matter where they come from or how they were raised.
This led me to look deeper into Islam, and I was hooked. I was just a teenager, but Islam answered the question that the greatest scientific minds were clueless about, the question that drives the rich & famous to depression and suicide from being unable to answer: what is the purpose of life? Why do we exist in this Universe? But it also answered the question of how we’re supposed to exist. And since there’s no hierarchy or priesthood, I could directly and immediately begin digging into the texts of the Qur’an and the teachings of Prophet Muhammad, to begin the journey of understanding what this was all about, the implications of Islam for me as a human being, as an individual, for the people around me, for the world; and the more I learned, the more I valued Islam like a piece of gold. This was when I was a teen, but even today, despite the pressures of the last few years, I stand here before you, and everyone else in this courtroom, as a very proud Muslim.
With that, my attention turned to what was happening to other Muslims in different parts of the world. And everywhere I looked, I saw the powers that be trying to destroy what I loved. I learned what the Soviets had done to the Muslims of Afghanistan. I learned what the Serbs had done to the Muslims of Bosnia. I learned what the Russians were doing to the Muslims of Chechnya. I learned what Israel had done in Lebanon – and what it continues to do in Palestine – with the full backing of the United States. And I learned what America itself was doing to Muslims. I learned about the Gulf War, and the depleted uranium bombs that killed thousands and caused cancer rates to skyrocket across Iraq.
I learned about the American-led sanctions that prevented food, medicine, and medical equipment from entering Iraq, and how – according to the United Nations – over half a million children perished as a result. I remember a clip from a ’60 Minutes‘ interview of Madeline Albright where she expressed her view that these dead children were “worth it.” I watched on September 11th as a group of people felt driven to hijack airplanes and fly them into buildings from their outrage at the deaths of these children. I watched as America then attacked and invaded Iraq directly. I saw the effects of ’Shock & Awe’ in the opening day of the invasion – the children in hospital wards with shrapnel from American missiles sticking but of their foreheads (of course, none of this was shown on CNN).
I learned about the town of Haditha, where 24 Muslims – including a 76-year old man in a wheelchair, women, and even toddlers – were shot up and blown up in their bedclothes as the slept by US Marines. I learned about Abeer al-Janabi, a fourteen-year old Iraqi girl gang-raped by five American soldiers, who then shot her and her family in the head, then set fire to their corpses. I just want to point out, as you can see, Muslim women don’t even show their hair to unrelated men. So try to imagine this young girl from a conservative village with her dress torn off, being sexually assaulted by not one, not two, not three, not four, but five soldiers. Even today, as I sit in my jail cell, I read about the drone strikes which continue to kill Muslims daily in places like Pakistan, Somalia, and Yemen. Just last month, we all heard about the seventeen Afghan Muslims – mostly mothers and their kids – shot to death by an American soldier, who also set fire to their corpses.
These are just the stories that make it to the headlines, but one of the first concepts I learned in Islam is that of loyalty, of
brotherhood – that each Muslim woman is my sister, each man is my brother, and together, we are one large body who must protect each other. In other words, I couldn’t see these things beings done to my brothers & sisters – including by America – and remain neutral. My sympathy for the oppressed continued, but was now more personal, as was my respect for those defending them.
I mentioned Paul Revere – when he went on his midnight ride, it was for the purpose of warning the people that the British were marching to Lexington to arrest Sam Adams and John Hancock, then on to Concord to confiscate the weapons stored there by the Minuteman. By the time they got to Concord, they found the Minuteman waiting for them, weapons in hand. They fired at the British, fought them, and beat them. From that battle came the American Revolution. There’s an Arabic word to describe what those Minutemen did that day. That word is: JIHAD, and this is what my trial was about.
All those videos and translations and childish bickering over ‘Oh, he translated this paragraph’ and ‘Oh, he edited that sentence,’ and all those exhibits revolved around a single issue: Muslims who were defending themselves against American soldiers doing to them exactly what the British did to America. It was made crystal clear at trial that I never, ever plotted to “kill Americans” at shopping malls or whatever the story was. The government’s own witnesses contradicted this claim, and we put expert after expert up on that stand, who spent hours dissecting my every written word, who explained my beliefs. Further, when I was free, the government sent an undercover agent to prod me into one of their little “terror plots,” but I refused to participate. Mysteriously, however, the jury never heard this.
So, this trial was not about my position on Muslims killing American civilians. It was about my position on Americans killing Muslim civilians, which is that Muslims should defend their lands from foreign invaders – Soviets, Americans, or Martians. This is what I believe. It’s what I’ve always believed, and what I will always believe. This is not terrorism, and it’s not extremism. It’s what the arrows on that seal above your head represent: defense of the homeland. So, I disagree with my lawyers when they say that you don’t have to agree with my beliefs – no. Anyone with commonsense and humanity has no choice but to agree with me. If someone breaks into your home to rob you and harm your family, logic dictates that you do whatever it takes to expel that invader from your home.
But when that home is a Muslim land, and that invader is the US military, for some reason the standards suddenly change. Common sense is renamed ”terrorism” and the people defending themselves against those who come to kill them from across the ocean become “the terrorists” who are ”killing Americans.” The mentality that America was victimized with when British soldiers walked these streets 2 ½ centuries ago is the same mentality Muslims are victimized by as American soldiers walk their streets today. It’s the mentality of colonialism.
When Sgt. Bales shot those Afghans to death last month, all of the focus in the media was on him-his life, his stress, his PTSD, the mortgage on his home-as if he was the victim. Very little sympathy was expressed for the people he actually killed, as if they’re not real, they’re not humans. Unfortunately, this mentality trickles down to everyone in society, whether or not they realize it. Even with my lawyers, it took nearly two years of discussing, explaining, and clarifying before they were finally able to think outside the box and at least ostensibly accept the logic in what I was saying. Two years! If it took that long for people so intelligent, whose job it is to defend me, to de-program themselves, then to throw me in front of a randomly selected jury under the premise that they’re my “impartial peers,” I mean, come on. I wasn’t tried before a jury of my peers because with the mentality gripping America today, I have no peers. Counting on this fact, the government prosecuted me – not because they needed to, but simply because they could.
I learned one more thing in history class: America has historically supported the most unjust policies against its minorities – practices that were even protected by the law – only to look back later and ask: ’what were we thinking?’ Slavery, Jim Crow, the internment of the Japanese during World War II – each was widely accepted by American society, each was defended by the Supreme Court. But as time passed and America changed, both people and courts looked back and asked ’What were we thinking?’ Nelson Mandela was considered a terrorist by the South African government, and given a life sentence. But time passed, the world changed, they realized how oppressive their policies were, that it was not he who was the terrorist, and they released him from prison. He even became president. So, everything is subjective - even this whole business of “terrorism” and who is a “terrorist.” It all depends on the time and place and who the superpower happens to be at the moment.
In your eyes, I’m a terrorist, and it’s perfectly reasonable that I be standing here in an orange jumpsuit. But one day, America will change and people will recognize this day for what it is. They will look at how hundreds of thousands of Muslims were killed and maimed by the US military in foreign countries, yet somehow I’m the one going to prison for “conspiring to kill and maim” in those countries – because I support the Mujahidin defending those people. They will look back on how the government spent millions of dollars to imprison me as a ”terrorist,” yet if we were to somehow bring Abeer al-Janabi back to life in the moment she was being gang-raped by your soldiers, to put her on that witness stand and ask her who the “terrorists” are, she sure wouldn’t be pointing at me.
The government says that I was obsessed with violence, obsessed with ”killing Americans.” But, as a Muslim living in these times, I can think of a lie no more ironic.
-Tarek Mehanna
4/12/12
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Setelah 2 tahun.......
Monday, March 15, 2010
Luahan Rasa Zulaikha
Putri,
Kira-kira empat tahun nan lalu, saya mengalami masalah berat badan yang sangat serius. Berat badan saya pada masa itu telah mencecah 98kg. ketika itu, saya berasa sungguh tertekan dan rendah diri yang amat sangat. Saya dibeza-bezakan dan sering dijadikan bahan senda gurau serta ejekan orang.
Bukan itu sahaja penderitaan yang saya alami. Paling perit apabila saya sering kali gagal dalam mendapatkan pekerjaan. Malah, saya pernah dihina ketika temu duga gara-gara fizikal saya yang gemuk. Buat pengetahuan Putri, saya mempunyai kelulusan akademik dari sebuah university luar Negara. Mempunyai kelayakan professional dalam bidang perakaunan, berkemahiran dalam pengurusan pejabat, amat fasih berbahasa inggeris dan mampu menguasai mandarin dengan baik. Kelulusan saya itu sepatutnya melayakkan saya memegang jawatan professional dalam syarikat. Tetapi oleh kerana sukar mendapatkan pekerjaan disebabkan oleh majikan yang pendek akal dan memilih bulu-hanya memandang kesempurnaan fizikal, saya hanya mampu bertugas disebuah agensi pelancongan sebagai kerani biasa dengan gaji hanya RM600 sebulan!. Gaji yang jauh sepuluh kali ganda berbeza jika dibandingkan dengan kelayakan akademik yang saya ada. Semuanya gara-gara saya berbadan besar. Tiada seorang lelaki pun yang ingin memandang saya walau hanya sebelah mata. Kawan-kawan meminggirkan saya kerana malu untuk berkawan dengan orang selekeh seperti saya. Saya hidup seorang diri, saya kerap menangis mengenangkan nasib diri. Saya malu berdepan dengan masyarakat dan keyakinan diri saya hilang sama sekali. Saya telah mencuba pelbagai cara untuk mengurangkan berat badan tetapi semangat saya sering putus separuh jalan. Berbagai-bagai jenis ubat melangsingkan badan juga telah saya cuba namun hasilnya hanya sementara. Malah kesan sampingan yang saya terima amat buruk sehinggakan saya terlantar di hospital.
Oleh itu, saya suka mengingatkan di sini agar mana-mana pembaca yang berhasrat menguruskan badan agar mendapatkan nasihat pakar terlebih dahulu sebelum mencuba apa-apa produk yang terdapat di dalam pasaran. Untuk kebaikan anda juga supaya tidak mendatangkan kemudaratan lain. Saya bercakap berdasarkan pengalaman.
Satu ketika, saya terpanggil untuk mencuba diet saya sendiri tanpa bantuan sebarang ubat pelangsing. Saya bertekad untuk menguruskan badan kerana saya tidak mahu terus hidup dalam satu keadaan yang serba tidak berguna. Saya sayangkan diri saya. Diet saya bermula dengan mengawal pemakanan, saya makan dua keeping roti, minum bergelas-gelas air putih, saya hanya makan sayur-sayuran dan ikan yang direbus dengan dua sudu nasi setiap hari.
Saya akan berhenti mengambil makanan selepas pukul 5 petang. Setiap pagi selepas solat subuh, saya akan berjogging, selama satu jam. Balik dari kerja, saya bersenam aerobic di rumah selama sejam lagi. Dua kali seminggu saya akan ke gim bagi tempoh dua jam. Setelah setahun berlalu, saya beroleh hasilnya. Berat badan saya kini 50kg sahaja.
Kalau dulu orang yang sebaya dengan emak saya memanggil saya kakak kerana saya jauh lebih tua dari usia saya tetapi kini orang tidak percaya jika saya katakana saya sudah berumur 30 tahun. Selain menjaga badan, saya juga merawat diri dan wajah dengan ke salun kecantikan. Hendak dijadikan cerita Putri, ketika inilah lelaki-lelaki yang selama ini tidak perasan dengan kewujudan saya, telah mula membuka mata mereka seluas-luasnya.
Saya akhirnya mendapat kerjaya yang setaraf dengan kelayakan saya. Betullah kata orang, jika kita cantik keyakinan kita akan tinggi, setinggi menara KLCC. Dengan kerjaya yang saya miliki, berkereta besar, saya sering menjadi buruan lelaki. Tidak keterlaluan saya katakan, kini saya adalah kegilaan ramai lelaki.
Tetapi maaflah, hati saya belum terbuka untuk sesiapa kerana saya tahu mereka cuma cintakan paras rupa saya sahaja, tidak lebih dari itu. Jika saya kembali seperti dahulu semula, potong jari, tidak mungkin mereka akan menerima saya.
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Selepas membaca kisah Zulaikha, D mula mendapat satu inspirasi untuk berubah. D daftarkan diri di gym supaya aktiviti senaman akan lebih sistematik, D daftar NYSS supaya kulit wajah D akan kembali seperti dahulu. Dalam 2007, D berjaya kurangkan berat badan lebih 10 kg. Dari saiz XL, D turun kepada saiz M. D simpan artikel nie sampai kertas surat khabar nie dah bertukar kuning.
Friday, March 12, 2010
The BiggestLoserAsia
Gambar sebelah kiri ketika beliau 157kg dan gambar sebelah kanan ketika beliau 'berjaya' menurunkan berat kepada 74kg. Gambar belah kanan menampakkan beliau sangat tua....lemah.....kekurangan zat.....tiada muscle langsung.....inilah kejayaan The Biggest Loser Asia. Lihat rambut dia.....teruk sungguh. Kesian David tentu dia berlapar lebih dari orang somalia hanya untuk memenangi The Biggest Loser Asia. Kalau macam nie lebih baik dia ketika gemuk dulu....nampak sihat, hensom dan bertenaga. My housemate yang terkejut ketika David keluar ke pentas telah berkata ' David nie macam drug addict', malah ketika beliau berjalan ke arah kereta yang dimenanginya David kelihatan begitu tidak bermaya seperti sudah sebulan beliau tidak makan dan minum.
Ini adalah Carlos, pemenang kedua.

Carlos nampak lebih bersemangat....ada muscle hasil dari latihan dan bukan tulang rangka. Wp jarak pengurangan David dengan Carlos amat besar tetapi kejayaan sebenarnya adalah milik Carlos. Inilah bentuk kejayaan yang kita hendak lihat dalam The Biggest Loser bukan seperti David.
Inilah mesej salah yang diberikan oleh Fitness First sebagai penaja utama "buat excersice separuh mati dan teruskan berlapar.....jika anda hendak kurus". Perkara ini betul2 memalukan Fitness First sebagai sebuah pusat kecergasan. D selalu mengunjungi Fitness First The Curve dan selalu terserempak dengan Aaron yang buat latihan disana sebelum Finale. Apa yang D nampak ialah tiada kesungguhan dalam diri Aaron untuk melakukan exersice begitu juga Nadia. Berbeza benar dengan The Biggest Loser yang mana kita lihat kesungguhan para pesertanya dalam melakukan excersice dan tumpuan utama produser adalah menunjukkan cara excersice yang betul, pemakanan yang betul menghasilkan kejayaan.
Apa yang produser The Biggest Loser Asia ingin tunjukkan selain dari banyak drama' bodoh' yang di buat dalam setiap episod. Jika gain muscle anda akan di penaltikan....sehingga peserta menjadi takut jika tiada penurunan berat badan yang besar seolah-olah tidak faham akan konsep penambahan muscle akibat excersice.
Kejayaan The Biggest Loser Asia adalah dapat menghasilkan rangka seperti David. Gerenti selepas ini David akan 'balas dendam' dan makan sepuas-puasnya selepas kekurangan zat makanan.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Syafia humairah
Al-fatihah buat arwah Syafia Humairah. Allah amat-amat meyayangi kanak-kanak kecil ini. DIA ambil adik kecil ini.....supaya ia tidak membesar dalam keadaan kucar kacir dalam keluarga itu. Biarpun kematiannya sangat kejam tetapi Allah Maha Mengetahui sebabnya. Apa yang pasti keaiban yang dilakukan oleh si ibu terbongkar, kepincangan keluarga ini juga terburai....kemarahan orang ramai bukan sahaja kepada si durjana tersebut tetapi lebih kepada si ibu tersebut. Allah memberi peringatan kepada semua umatnya disebalik kejadian ini. Petikan berita
Tendang macam bola
KUALA KUBU BHARU: “Dia tendang budak itu macam bola dan langsung tak pedulikan jeritan orang ramai yang melarangnya,” kata Ahmad Fikri Khalis, 19, yang menyaksikan Syafia Humairah Sahari, 3, dibelasah sehingga mati di padang bola sepak di Kampung Batu 30, Ulu Yam Lama, Batang Kali, dekat sini, petang kelmarin.
Ahmad Fikri mendakwa, lelaki berusia 28 tahun terbabit yang juga pemandu teksi bukan saja menendang badan kanak-kanak malang itu, malah dia berulang kali memijak kepala mangsa hanya kerana Syafia Humairah masih di luar rumah ketika waktu senja.Dalam kejadian jam 7.30 malam itu, lelaki terbabit ‘naik angin’ apabila anak teman wanitanya itu tidak patuh arahannya supaya pulang ke rumah.
Difahamkan, kanak-kanak malang itu sedang bermain di padang itu sambil menyaksikan beberapa remaja bermain bola sepak sebelum diserang lelaki durjana itu.Menurut Ahmad Fikri, lelaki terbabit secara tiba-tiba datang memarahi Syafia Humairah sebelum hilang pertimbangan lalu membelasah kanak-kanak itu tanpa belas kasihan.“Mulanya dia menampar dan menendang budak itu. Apabila mangsa terjatuh, dia memijak kepalanya walaupun menyedari perbuatannya dilihat beberapa remaja yang sedang bermain bola sepak,” katanya ketika ditemui di tempat kejadian, semalam.
Menurut Ahmad Fikri, selepas lebih 10 minit membelasah kanak-kanak itu, lelaki terbabit beredar dari kawasan berkenaan sebelum orang ramai bergegas memberi bantuan kepada Syafia Humairah.“Seorang daripada penduduk yang menyaksikan kejadian cuba mengangkat budak itu untuk dibawa ke hospital.“Namun, belum pun sempat dia berbuat demikian, lelaki terbabit datang semula sebelum mengangkat mangsa memasuki teksinya.“Dia mendakwa akan membawa sendiri ‘anak tirinya’ itu ke hospital,” katanya.
Ahmad Fikri berkata, berdasarkan pemerhatiannya, kanak-kanak malang itu sudah mati ketika dibawa masuk ke dalam teksi berkenaan.“Mana tidaknya, saya lihat dia langsung tidak bergerak, sebaliknya muka dan tubuhnya kelihatan pucat seperti orang sudah mati.Lebih menyedihkan, katanya, lelaki terbabit dilihat masih memukul mangsa ketika berada dalam teksinya.“Kami (penduduk) bukan tak nak tolong, tapi diugut lelaki berkenaan supaya tidak campur hal keluarganya,” katanya.
Difahamkan, sebaik tiba di Hospital Kuala Kubu Bharu di sini, lelaki itu menyamar sebagai ‘bapa tiri’ mangsa sebelum mendakwa mereka terbabit dalam kemalangan menyebabkan anaknya itu cedera parah.Ahmad Fikri berkata, dia dan puluhan lagi rakannya yang menyaksikan kejadian itu tidak mungkin dapat melupakan kekejaman lelaki berkenaan.“Saya berharap pihak berkuasa mengenakan tindakan sewajarnya terhadap lelaki durjana terbabit berikutan kekejamannya itu.“Saya yakin penduduk di sini sanggup tampil membantu siasatan jika diperlukan pihak berkuasa,”katanya.
Sumber: http://www.hmetro.com.my/myMetro/articles/Tendangmacambola/Article *************************************************************************************
KUALA LUMPUR, 26 Feb (Bernama)
Seorang kanak-kanak perempuan berusia tiga tahun mati dipercayai akibat didera oleh teman lelaki ibunya di rumah mereka di Kampung Batu 30, Ulu Yam Lama, Batang Kali Khamis malam.Ketua Polis Daerah Hulu Selangor Supt Norel Azmi Affandi Yahya berkata mangsa yang dikenali sebagai Sapiah, sebelum itu dibawa oleh teman lelaki ibunya itu ke Hospital Kuala Kubu Baru dengan mendakwa kanak-kanak malang itu mati kerana terlibat dalam kemalangan jalan raya.
Beliau berkata lelaki yang berusia 28 tahun itu datang bersama seorang rakan lelaki dan kemudiannya meninggalkan kanak-kanak yang sudah tidak bernyawa itu di wad kecemasan kira-kira pukul 8.30 malam."Ketika jururawat hendak bertanya lebih lanjut mengenai kemalangan itu, mereka kemudiannya melarikan diri dengan mendakwa perlu bergegas ke balai polis untuk membuat laporan."Kira-kira pukul 11 malam, pihak hospital menghubungi kita dan hasil semakan, tiada sebarang laporan diterima mengenai kemalangan jalan raya dan hasil pemeriksaan awal ke atas tubuh mangsa mendapati mangsa dipercayai mati akibat didera," katanya ketika dihubungi pada Jumaat.
Norel Azmi berkata hasil pemeriksaan awal pihak hospital mendapati mangsa mengalami kecederaan di tubuh badan selain luka-luka di dagu, lebam di perut serta bawah telinga dan dipercayai mati ketika dalam perjalanan ke hospital.Beliau berkata polis kemudiannya menahan teman lelaki ibu mangsa yang bekerja sebagai pemandu teksi kira-kira pukul 3 pagi tadi bagi membantu siasatan.Mayat kanak-kanak malang itu akan dibedah siasat pukul 3 petang nanti.Ibu mangsa dan teman lelakinya itu difahamkan mempunyai hubungan sejak enam tahun lalu dan mempunyai seorang anak berusia setahun enam bulan hasil perhubungan mereka.Ibu mangsa, yang merupakan ibu tunggal dan berusia 20an itu juga mempunyai seorang lagi anak hasil perkahwinannya, kini dirawat di Hospital Kuala Kubu Baru selepas dilaporkan pengsan akibat terkejut dengan berita kematian anaknya.-- BERNAMA
http://bernama.com.my/bernama/v5/bm/newsgeneral.php?id=478190
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Trip to Bandung, Part 1
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Good boss Vs Bad boss
