The headlines screamed:
Terrorist attack kills scores outside National Stadium. As I stared
at the headlines, tears streaked down my cheeks as memories of what had happened
came flooding back…
“Wow, Dad, did you see how Fandi kicked? I want to be a star striker just like him!” I spoke exuberantly. “Yes, my son will be the greatest footballer
and I will get to see it!” Dad nodded
furiously, trying to look serious and not to laugh. I blushed as we made our way out of the
crowded stadium. We were at a soccer
match between the Lion Bravo and the Cheetah Power. Spectators were all marching out towards the
MRT station, discussing the game and the players’ performance enthusiastically.
As we crossed the quiet road, an ear-deafening ‘vroom’
disrupted the silence of the night. When
we turned around, we spotted an enormous white truck speeding towards the
crowd. Everyone started scuttling off
like terrified sheep escaping from a ferocious bear. Chaos broke out. Shrieks of terror sliced through the air. The
situation was tumultuous! Unfortunately, it was too late. No one could outrun the speeding truck and men were falling down like bowling pins, lying sprawled on the tarmac ground.
For a fraction of a second, I stood rooted to the ground,
stunned at the shocking spectacle. It
was a night of terror! The truck continued
zigzagging and steering directly towards the sea of people. They were all frantically trying to save
their loved ones but the unstoppable truck was trying to mow down the maximum
number of innocent victims. It was definitely terrorism on purpose! He was
on a rampage! Such atrocious
depravity! People were falling down like
dead flies and their bodies were strewn all over the road as their crimson
blood stained it red.
As I stared in wide-eyed horror, I felt a sudden push from
behind. It was Dad, pushing me out of harm’s way of the approaching truck. However, at that critical moment, he could
not escape in time. When I looked back, Dad was already crushed under the gargantuan
wheel of the truck. He was squashed like an
insignificant bug.
“Dad!” I cried
aloud. I could not believe my eyes! How could someone be so wicked and
cold-blooded? My heart throbbed with intense grief. In total state of distraught bemusement, I
knelt down beside my dad’s motionless body and wept hysterically. Heartbroken, I refused to leave him and run
for safety.
That was a bad move. The terrorist hopped off his
truck and started spraying his bullets at the survivors trying to finish them
off. I tried to dodge but a bullet hit
me. I slumped onto the ground, my head spinning non-stop as excruciating pain shot through my body in waves. Finally, darkness overcame me and I lost
consciousness.
When I awoke, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, swathed
in bandages. Mom was sobbing beside
me. My dad had passed away. Mom told me that a bullet had smashed my
spine and I have become paralyzed from the waist down. I was devastated. Despite the pain I was going through, nothing
was more unbearable than the loss of my beloved father. As for the villain, it was reported that he
was killed by the police, his body riddled with bullets. He deserved it!
Despite my immobility, I vow not to be crushed
by the terror of terrorism but to have an indomitable courage to triumph over
such villainous wickedness.
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