Today, July 22, as Wong Chin Huat rightly reminds us, is Teo Beng Hock’s seven days after his death. (4 things Najib can do on Teo’s 7th day)
The Chinese believe that the soul of the deceased would return to his home on this day to seek solace, after which, it’s time to move on.
We agree with Chin Huat, that we all hold Najib Razak responsible for Teo’s most undeserving death while in MACC’s custody.
We all pray for Najib’s early dismissal from his post as Malaysia’s 6th prime minister.
Chin Huat outlines four things that Najib can do for Teo and his family, if he wants to disassociate himself from this gruesome ‘political death’.
Is Najib willing to do these to save his skin or would he just go on with his life, while his wife Rosmah, amuses herself with little children, almost on a daily basis?
While I ponder over Teo’s seventh day ‘home-coming’, I remember an incident that is very personal to me that I would like to share with you.
Perhaps, you have similar experiences, too…
Seven days after his death on June 2, 3003, my father came home to visit us.
We knew because they were tiny evidences of his presence.
It was a warm night, my mum and I were sleeping on the same bed, with the fan swirling madly.
We did not use our blankets, and they were kept at the foot of the bed.
In the morning, we shocked to see that we were fully blanketed. We were also sweating as it was still warm.
When he was alive, my dad used to do that almost nightly – coming to our rooms and blanketing us – to keep us being beaten by mosquitos, he would say.
We knew he was back, as the old Chinese custom predicted, as much as I did not want to place my hopes on it.
The other thing we discovered that day was a shift in a letter I left my dad beside a photo of him.
We had a table dedicated to him in the living room, where a black and white photo of his dear face stands until today, amidst flowers or plants, as he would have loved it that day.
I left a cup of Milo [a drink I always prepared for him before bedtime] on the letter, which spoke of how much we missed him, loved him, but will pray for his journey ‘home’.
In the letter, I promised him, that I would never abandon my mother. She was his greatest concern before he left us.
That morning, seven days after his death, we found the letter shifted from its original position, and the cup of milo away from the paper.
No one could have done it as there was no one else at home, but for my mum, brother and I.
You could say we were speechless, but were also comforted, that perhaps, after seeing us, he would at last rest in peace…
As for Teo Beng Hock, who died most undeservingly in the custody of MACC, I hope his ‘visit’ to his loved ones will also give him the much desired peace and comfort.
However, I wonder if those responsible for this death can sleep peacefully at nights.