We Malaysians think that we are a peaceful country, without war and natural disasters. At least that is what we were thought at school. Because Malaysia is outside the 'Lingkaran Api Pasifik', our mountains became a non-active volcano pits, (correct me if I'm wrong), and we rarely have any earthquake occurance ever. Until that time where we took things for granted.
I remembered that day perfectly. It was in the morning, I was 19, lazy and was taking a morning nap that time. Like any other person sleeping, I was at peace, and dreaming. Until suddenly I felt someone shaking my body so hard that I woke up, and I saw the curtains shaking like hell. There wasn't anyone in my room, the door was open and I sat down and can still feel the shaking. But I was still half-asleep and I wasn't sure what was happening. In the same time I saw everyone in my house running out from the house and as if I was possesed, I got out too. It happened so fast.
We ran outside of our house, and passed our gate, and I looked left and right, everyone was doing the same thing. The first thought that occured to me was "was that really an Earthquake?" "did any of us had went through earthquake drills before?" "why is everyone automatically doing the same thing?". It was as if every each of us were pushed out of our homes to see for ourselves and confirm what was happening. I would say it was like some kind of God miracle that time. It was just like a very small thing yet a very big one, you know what I mean? Allah only just shook the Earth a little and look, everyone was in a daze. I was. I didn't believe what I went through. It took me weeks to believe that it was really an earthquake. I stood outside the house still wondering "where am I? what is this?". My mom was so scared that she thought it was The End. Well it kind of was, like a small introduction of that day you know, The End, or should I say, Kiamat.
The next day when I went to driving class, I asked my tutor about the earthquake and he said, "my friend lives in an apartment and he was like at maybe 3rd floor or something and when the earthquake happened, he was really panicked and tried to get out of his house as soon as possible that he almost jumped from his window" and I was like. 'wow, fear can make us lose our mind'. Then I also found out that our beloved Mount Kinabalu also sustained damages, and a number of people were sacrificed during that incident. Also, our house had a few cracks here and there.
Those that never experience it, don't really understand that situation. Although we were safe, although the quake stopped, the fear, sensation, and feeling of that time never leaves. We took our peace for granted and even took our lives for granted. I would assure you that if I happen to die that day, I would die with hella full of regrets. We are mortals. We die, yet we forget we would. I swear that even people thinking of suicide would be terribly afraid if their lives were took in an instant without them knowing. The fear that time was enough to kill, not to mention the pain.
And tonight, it happened again. The earthquake came to Sabah again today, at least at the time I am writing this. It was three years ago that the first one occured and here it is again. I wasn't there when it happened but I could still feel the shake in my bones. It makes me wonder, what if I die? Would I regret? You bet I would. I'm never living my life to the fullest yet. I badly want to though. So I pray that every each one of us live each of our day satisfyingly, and without regrets. Our lives ain't no game, once a moment passes it could never be replayed like in games. We have one life, and just one direction of moving, which is moving forward, and never moving back.
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