As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.
To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with
the threat of being kidnapped and raped.
It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend's car
in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was
running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the
rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat
cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his
hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the
backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to
scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick
moustache and short curly hair, approx 5'8", mid-30s, and of Indian
descent.
At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was
wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed
my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn't remember where
it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the
back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver's seat, driving
us out of the carpark.
I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point
they didn't even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make
sexual advances. Then it hit me. "Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really
happening. I'm being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want."
//
From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I
think is the reason I'm alive today.
1. I managed to get into a position to escape.
When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down
onto the floor. I knew that the moment I'm on the floor, there would be no
chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I
wouldn't scream or alert anyone's attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and
let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt
and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.
2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.
I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win
in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had
I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I
might've even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be
right now.
3. I was lucky and sneaky.
I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it
was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to
scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I'm
so lucky they did not see or hear this!
4. I went 'crazy' at the right time.
And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the
parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed
down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I
kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my
body back in. From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the
Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver's
seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I
remember thinking, "Even if I don't get out now, I need to keep the door
open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene,
and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they'll be
forced to slow down." So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against
the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling,
kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for
my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, "BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA
LEPAS!" (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I
made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life.
5. I acted in spite of the fear.
My friends said I was brave. But I didn't feel like it. I was quivering and
shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die. I was weak
with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought "this was it". But I knew I
HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me.
While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if
there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone's eye.
6. I remembered the people I love.
The only thing that matters when you're faced with potentially horrendous
fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the
first thing I thought was , "This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming."
The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It
sounds cliche, but it's true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee.
Esther. More people. That's all I could think of for a few moments, before
I thought, "Shit. I need to get out of here."
//
I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people
milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical.
I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before
practically collapsing at his feet.
I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over
Mutiara Damansara's manicured grass and into the crowd.
//
Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the
parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes.
To me, it felt like one long nightmare.
We never think its going to happen to us... and then it does. I used to
think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people
far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6
years ago, and I've spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The
Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were
walking around the place at 4AM even. It's been 6 years, and never once did
I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday.
I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this
state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember
Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I'm fully aware of the fact
that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would've been
holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would've been so, so much
worse.
I'm Blessed. By God's grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will
live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time
to go. And for that, I thank God.
I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they
rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes.
Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere
alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you're alone, get a guard to
go with you. I was recently told that it's part of their job description to
assist anyone if needed.
Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends.
Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for
them.
And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These
things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to
help me. Strangers who didn't know who I was, came forward and offered me
tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.
Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on
caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don't worry about being thought
of as "busy body" or "overreacting". The world can be a cruel place, but
all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the
difference.
