Somebody Tried To Kill Me!

The holding place was so high up, on a cliff, where below was the violent sea. There was a group of us there, including the feature desk editor, along with several of the captors, men and women. Outside, the weather was unforgiving, with thunder shocking us now and then.

Then, faintly I heard voices; sweet voices singing salutations to the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). Oh, it’s Maulidur Rasul, I told myself. One of the captors, a woman (a cocky one) angrily blurted “What in the world is that?”. “It’s selawat, salutations to our prophet Muhammad,” I said. Ignoring my reply, she made faces and turned away. My heart was filled with murderous hate.

Right then, her less-cocky friend, said something in their language. I took a risk and demanded that she told me what it meant. “No peace everywhere we go,” she said. Again I asked her what did she mean by that. Refusing to answer me, she continued with her reading. If I had a gun then!

Suddenly we were at the edge of the platform, where everyone was crowding to get on the open-air elevator. I had the feeling that elevator was our only chance of escape. So I gathered all five of my prisoner friends, staying close all the time.

While waiting anxiously for the elevator to come up, I felt a forceful nudge from the back. I almost fell over the platform. I turned around and saw this hateful face of a short and fat middle-aged woman resembling the wife of the deputy minister. She was trying to kill me! How dare she!

I retaliated by grasping her fat neck with my strong hand and pushed her towards the platform. She tried to fight back, punching air and screaming her lungs out. Finally, with one powerful shove, I managed to push her off the platform. I ended her life. Sayonara crazy woman!

Just when I heard a man screaming “Who pushed my wife?”, the much awaited elevator arrived and we hastily boarded it. And so did the husband. Since it was such a huge elevator that could hold more than 100 passengers, he had a hard time finding me. I made my escape plan and told my prisoner friends to not wait until we’re at the beach to get off the elevator. Yes, the elevator is more like a cable car you use when you are in Genting Highlands. It would bring you straight to the base station, which was at the beach.

I had a feeling that we would be killed when we reached the base station. So, a few kilometres before the cable-car arrived at the destination, we jumped off it and into a violent sea of sate gravy! What’s happening? I heard myself screaming. We swam to shore nonetheless.

After much effort, all six of us, made it to shore. Puzzlingly, our clothes were not wet or stained with the sate gravy. Deciding to give that another thought later, we went home and immediately fell asleep once we reached home.

And then I woke up.