Ok kisah ni ditulis sendiri tuan punya badan di facebook beliau. Copy paste. Tolong share kepada kawan² yg lain.
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.
