#I could not sleep tonight. So many things on my mind. Meet up with friends chat about my day till 3 glasses of drinks and its a wrap. Driving home, I stopped by an R&R. Wee hours. And I heard a child cry. Yes, you can imagine goosebumps and all, now that the devil is free roaming around.
As I was looking around. I saw this. As in photo. A young kid and one adult was sleeping in the cubicle in the toilet marked Bilik Persalinan.
Only a towel and his arm as a pillow for the kid, both slept quietly on the cold hard floor.
I asked the guard nearby. Yup,father daughter. Please do not report. He is a good father. Homeless urban poor.
I do not dare to wake him up this night. Clearly I wouldn’t know what to expect if he wakes up. And I trust the guard. My gut feeling says, its ok.
I pass the guard my card to pass it to him. Who knows. But for now, I just slip in cash. Tonight is still Hari Raya. We are now in comfort of our cooling aircond planning next open house and somewhere out there, its just like any other day. A kid sleeping in the toilet, please imagine your own kid there now. That is how helpless I feel now.
A dad doing his best. That is what the guard says. Who am I to judge but pray. This photo is real and its mine. Scares me a lot.
I know what you guys were thinking and it crosses my mind. Taking this photo alone is scary too. Please do not pressure me on this. Imagine my ordeal tonight, now… As a doer, my mind is racing thinking with my limitations.
Dear public, me and my team strongly need your support. Urban poor is real and its closer to home then we expected. Do Google if you don’t understand what is urban poor and why you and I could be one of them in the future. I am not kidding. Its not really money I am asking but more to awareness of the problem. My hope on the government, ….. What would I know, I am just a boy.
My plan now is to try to catch them again tomorrow morning. With breakfast and a chat. Please pray with me. This is all I asked.
Its funny because at any given time, I would never have to sneak down looking through a toilet door. That is not me.
I beg you to give constructive comment if you must. Please don’t cry.
UPDATE
This morning at 7:30am I rushed to the same RNR. By the time I reached there, the cubicle cleared. F&N bottled drink, 12 cigarette butts, biskut kelapa and thats all. Just like what you see here. The guards already changed. I asked the guard He didn’t even understand what I was asking about.
Nobody smokes in small space with just a cement floor except if there is a child with him and he has to be by her side all the time. Right? I don’t smoke so I don’t understand it. And with that I don’t judge. However at least smoking is better than hisap dadah.
Yesterday I also saw a motorcycle. Its not there as well. Can’t say if its theirs. I don’t know.
I am sorry but I can’t share the location. It might be just one night who knows.
As I said yesterday I believe the first guard hence nothing alarming about it.
What if this is their only safe place, why would I want to take it away from them? Their space.
I have wrote about personal space few months back. I understand the need for it. Probably this is theirs.
So, please. As for now, let me try to find them again tonight.
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