City Villa Crash!!!

Something happened today around 3 pm at City Villa Hotel in Kuala Lumpur. There was a solitary 'earthquake' around that time.

We (myself, Maryam Dayat and my 2 granddaughters) sent SKO to the hotel as she had a meeting there. While waiting for her, we decided to say our prayers.

I went to the ablution area with Nayya. She was asking me why I used the tap which was too low for me. Well you know kids at 3+ will have all kinds of questions. I gave her an acceptable answer. (I think). Knowing the place was slippery. So after the ablution, I walked slowly and tried to control my step by reaching out to an adjacent wall. But before I could my hand could the wall, I slipped and fell backwards. Luckily my head did not hit a divider there. In a split second I heard a staff of the hotel yelling someone fell and Dayat was there to assist me.

I knoew I did not hurt or break any bone because there was no extraordinary pain. I reached out my hand and Dayat pulled me up. I did not feel anything painful except for a sore left bump. As I walked slowly to the musallah, I could still hear the lady talking about the place being slippery and a lady fell last week. As I placed the prayer mat and about to say my prayer, suddenly I felt very sorrowful. I ignored the feeling and finished my prayer. Later I played with my granddaughters.

However, I could not remove that feeling. Yes, that sad feeling... I had been telling people that ever since I fell ill in May 2005, I had not slipped and fall. I had been very careful. Today I slipped and fall. Subconsciously that must really hurts me.

While waiting for SKO, I felt sleepy and Maryam noticed that. When SKo finally met us, Maryam told her what happened. I could not control my tears and told her that it's not the physical pain that hurts but my emotions. She gave me Arnica and within a few minutes I could control my feelings.

Now my emotions is not hurting anymore but my vision got hazy since then. Well, it is just a slight accident but it had made me more cautious with my steps. Perhaps the fall was more hurtful because Nayya was there witnessing her grandpa fell. Luckily she did not cry or traumatised by it. In fact she made jokes about me falling. How much I love my family....