An accident or intentionally caused?

On Thursday morning, 23 April 2015, my friend and I decided to try out the new road leading to Cameron Highlands from Gua Musang rather than go through Lipis and Bentong to Putrajaya.  We were informed that there'll be less traffic and the journey would be much more comfortable.

As we entered the junction leading to Lojing we were a bit apprehensive at first.  There was a sign board at the junction stating that the road is closed at km something.  We came across similar signboard further on.  My friend drove cautiously.  After all, it was a road never travelled before as far as we were concerned.  We just couldn't imagine what might lie ahead.

We were especially apprehensive because there was no oncoming vehicle.  Another car was tailing us, also seeming unsure of the condition of the road ahead.

But as soon as a car came from the opposite direction, the car tailing us then sped past, disappearing in the distance soon after.

My friend still drove cautiously because we came across another sign board informing of a road closure ahead.  Sure enough, a stretch of the road was reduced to single lane due to a landslide that occurred last December.

Afterward we thought that the rest of the journey was going to be pleasant. 

 

Unfortunately, as we were approaching Lojing, past two men on a motorcycle, something appeared from nowhere and sounds like something fell or was thrown towards the car.  We didn't see anything suspicious on the road.  No piece of rock or object was visible.

Soon after my friend pulled over because she sensed something wrong with the wheel.  True enough, when I checked, the left rear wheel was flat. 

 

 

We noticed the two men on the motorcycle passing by, but we didn't suspect anything then.  They were also on the wrong side of the road, which was strange.

 

My friend tried to stop approaching cars.  Non stopped.  As she was unloading our luggage from the boot to get the tools for changing the tyre, I noticed a motorcycle approaching.  I hailed him over and thankfully he stopped.

 

The young men assisted us to change the flat tyre.  He was on his way to work.  He advised us to drive slowly and get the spare tyre changed with new ones at Kg. Raja, the nearest town from where we were.

 

After a very slow and careful drive, we finally found a workshop.

 

THE FIRST MOSQUE IN ENGLAND

I never knew that the first mosque ever built in England was in Liverpool even though I studied there during the early 80s.   I only learned of its existence from my daughter. 

"On Christmas Day 1889, the Liverpool solicitor and Muslim convert William Abdullah Quilliam opened the doors of what is England's first mosque."



The mosque stopped running in 1908 when Abdullah Quilliam returned to Morocco.

The terrace was subsequently bought by the city council, and used as a register office until the beginning of July 2000.  No wonder I didn't know of its existence during my stay in Liverpool.

Members of the 'Abdullah Quilliam Society' managed to raise enough money to buy the building and renovated it as a Muslim heritage centre.

In 2009 the mosque was restored with a budget of more than £3m. 

 The building is now recognised as part of British Heritage.

Reminiscing Years in Primary School

I began schooling in 1967.  I never went to a preschool prior to Year 1.  Cik Gu Jamaluddin was the class teacher of Standard 1C, and the one who introduced me to A, B, C and 1, 2, 3. 

The following year I was in Standard 2A. I can't remember who my class teacher was.  I do remember Cik Gu Asmah. Then there's Miss Lau.  She lived in the government quarters up on the top of the hill.  My friends Aziah, Rozita, Rihanum, Mahizah and I used to go to her house where we used to dance a go go.

I think Miss Lau taught arithmetic because I remember one day Cik Gu Salahuddin came down to our class to correct Miss Lau in teaching addition.

Miss Lau was kinda pretty and a very nice teacher.  We all loved her.  We also used to gossip about her and Mr Lau, not her husband though they had the same surname..  He was kinda handsome and we kinda thought that the two were made for each other.

Such beautiful memories of these two.

Unfortunately, my memory of Cik Gu Asmah isn't that wonderful.  She often pinched my tummy as a punishment for being very talkative in class.

My class for Standard 3 was on top of the hill.  The class teacher was Cik Gu Abas.  Can't remember what he taught though.

Standard 4 was at the far end of the bottom of the hill.  The class teacher was Cik Gu Hanif.

Can't remember what Cik Gu Hanif taught.  But I do remember being punished by him for always not being able to answer his questions.

Another teacher who I was often a victim of was Cik Gu Aishah.  She taught Arithmetic.  I usually couldn't answer her questions either......mental arithmetic....sigh!  For punishment she would pinch my tummy.

There was this one teacher who was very kind to me.  Cik Gu Shahidan.  He let me resit for a test in Tawarikh (History) when I failed the previous attempt.  The truth of the matter is I didn't even know there was ever a test in the first place!!  I was too busy enjoying my childhood to bother about studying.  I didn't even know what studyng was all about.

My class went back to the top of the hill for Standard 5.  I can't remember who my class teacher was.  The following year I was in Standard 6.  I think the class teacher was Cik Gu Halim.



I can't remember what Cik Gu Halim taught either.  Seems like I don't really remember much about learning during my years in the primary school.  But I do remember having such wonderful times with my friends doing all sorts of things that children used to do for fun.





Rugby anyone?

When I was doing my A-levels in Swansea I had the opportunity to go to a rugby game.

My three friends and I got the opportunity to go to the game with our English teacher, Mr. Griffith.

The rugby field is just down the road from our house.  So we walked to the game. 

On the way, we stopped by a pub.  A typical Welshman, dear ol' Mr. Griffith just had to have his glass of beer.

Mr. Griffith had his beer, but my friends and I settled for orange juice instead.  We didn't even enjoy being in the pub.  The smell of beer and cigarette smoke wasn't at all pleasant.  Thankfully, we were in there for only a few minutes.

At the game Mr. Griffith explained to my friends and I the rules and the scores of rugby.

 

It was a memorable day for my friends and I.  Thank you Mr. Griffith for giving us the opportunity to watch a real rugby match.