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Kes cubaan culik di The Curve, Mutiara Damansara

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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.

p/s: Kepada semua orang tak kira lelaki atau perempuan, sila berhati-hati. Penjenayah ada dimana-mana!!



  1. jaga2. ade yang memerhati. hihik

  2. dashyat jgk. kena be more alert la lepas ni. huhu

  3. ya allah seramnya... kalau akak, akak x tau nak buat apa2.. akak menangis je kot,.. pulak tu esok nak jalan2 kat the curve bawa anak2, seram plak rasa, nak kensel anak2 dah tau, dah lama janji... alamak..

  4. Thank God she is safe now.

  5. SubhanAllah..Punya la ramai kua masuk curve parking tuh, punya la terang parking stu. Gile bhya skrg ni.. Sbaik die selamat.. Surely trauma habis.. Erghhh kenapa manusia jht2 skrg nih! Haih

  6. masyaAllah.. baru semalam dgr.. seyes menakutkan.. huhuhuhu.. nak share lah entri ni yer...

  7. na'uzubillah..moga kita semua sentiasa dilindunginya selalu..apapun kita semua kena sentiasa berhati-hati..takutnya bila memikirkan jenayah boleh berlaku dimana2 n bila2 masa saja

  8. woah..berani nye penjahat tu...sama-sama banteras jenayah..lagi-lagi di tempat awam macam tu

    running man yang kelakar

  9. Ya Allah sangat menakutkan.. mohon dijauhkan dari perkara mcm ni..

  10. amat menakutkan.. that y Queen mmg takut nak ke mana-mana berseorangan...

  11. nasib baik selamat..kalau tak hilang lah dara haha


  13. Even reading this gives me the chills! thank God you're safe! You're very brave indeed. Even though the kidnappers didn't REALLY do 'that' to you yet, they should still be arrested for attempting to. Shame on them. They should get a life or something! THEY SHOULD Stop harming innocent girls just to fulfill they stupid fantasies!

  14. I blame the community for 'creating' these criminals. Some of us are 'selfish' by dressing scantily (especially the Chinese, this is fact). They might not get the 'rewards' but others may not so lucky. They attract these sex criminals and not get the suffering. But someone else gets it. Have they ever think of that? If this happen, it is their fault (those who like to show-off their body). So pls everyone (especially women), look out for better clothing. Muslims are not wearing proper clothing for nothing, this case is JUST ONE of the million reasons. We thanked Allah for giving us the wisdom.

    Aside, community still showing off their wealthiness, but not even bother to give RM1 to the poor. Some don't care to educate their child about right/wrong (moral, religion), because they think school is enough, not even to ask what their children learn at school today. Some of us don't care about our neighborhood. And when crime happened, we blame the criminal... and the police!

    Community should play their role, not just blaming the criminal. They are wrong, but they are also the 'victims' (of situation). If u ask the doctor, the best act is to prevent, not cure. lets prevent crime- TOGETHER.

  15. come on malaysia..takkan nak wat benda terkutuk ni 1 malaysia jugak..please lah..


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