Sunday, October 19, 2008

Aminah Describes Her Ordeal

[From a statutory declaration dated 1 July 2008, signed by Balasubramaniam a/l Perumal, private investigator...]
On Oct 19, 2006, I arrived at Abdul Razak Baginda’s house in Damansara Heights to begin my night duty. I had parked my car outside as usual. I saw a yellow Proton Perdana taxi pass by with three ladies inside, one of whom was Aminah. The taxi did a U-turn and stopped in front of the house where these ladies rolled down the window and wished me ‘Happy Deepavali.’ The taxi then left.

About 20 minutes later the taxi returned with only Aminah in it. She got out of the taxi and walked towards me and started talking to me. I sent an SMS to Abdul Razak Baginda informing him “Aminah was here.” I received an SMS from Razak instructing me “to delay her until my man comes.”

Whist I was talking to Aminah, she informed me of the following:

i) That she met Abdul Razak Baginda in Singapore with Najib Razak.

ii) That she had also met Abdul Razak Baginda and Najib Razak at a dinner in Paris.

iii) That she was promised a sum of US$500,000.00 as commission for assisting in a submarine deal in Paris.

iv) That Abdul Razak Baginda had bought her a house in Mongolia but her brother had refinanced it and she needed money to redeem it.

v) That her mother was ill and she needed money to pay for her treatment.

vi) That Abdul Razak Baginda had married her in Korea as her mother is Korean whilst her father was a Mongolian/Chinese mix.

vii) That if I wouldn’t allow her to see Abdul Razak Baginda, would I be able to arrange for her to see Najib Razak.

After talking to Aminah for about 15 minutes, a red Proton Aeroback arrived with a woman and two men. I now know the woman to be lance corporal Rohaniza and the men, Azilah Hadri and Sirul Azahar. They were all in plainclothes. Azilah walked towards me while the other two stayed in the car.

Azilah asked me whether the woman was Aminah and I said “Yes”. He then walked off and made a few calls on his handphone. After 10 minutes another vehicle, a blue Proton Saga, driven by a Malay man, passed by slowly. The driver's window had been wound down and the driver was looking at us.

Azilah then informed me they would be taking Aminah away. I informed Aminah they were arresting her. The other two persons then got out of the red Proton and exchanged seats so that lance corporal Rohaniza and Aminah were in the back while the two men were in the front. They drove off and that is the last I ever saw of Aminah.

I don't know where they are taking me. At first I thought they would take me to the police station and question me, but we seem to be going away from the city. Maybe they are taking me to the airport and throwing me out of the country. More than half an hour later the car enters a gated driveway leading to a double-storey bungalow in a big garden. It's a very quiet area and I have no idea where I am. I feel very worried about the situation, but I try my best to look calm.

One of the men tells the lady something in Malay and she nods and returns to the car. The men then push me inside the house and force me to go upstairs. I am beginning to feel frightened, because this is definitely not a police station. What will they do to me?

One man opens a bedroom door and the other pushes me inside. I fear they may try to rape me as we appear to be alone in this big house. The men ask me for my handbag and they take away my watch, cellphone and jewelry. Then they push me inside a big empty wardrobe and shut the door. It is very dark and musty inside and I hear a key turning in the wardrobe door. I hear the men's voices discussing something, then they leave the room, and I am alone in the total darkness. I can hear my heart pounding very loudly. The sound of traffic from a great distance tells me we are quite far from the city.

I have no sense of time. I may have dozed off after an hour, I can't be sure. My stomach is growling, so it must be long after dinner time. I feel stiff and uncomfortable and my bladder is ready to burst. Amy must be wondering why I am not back at the hotel yet. I hope she will call Ang to enquire about me at the police station. That Razak is a coward. He dare not face me. Instead he has asked the police to kidnap me....

There are voices in the room and a key turns. The wardrobe door opens and I see several figures as my eyes adjust to the light. They are wearing black hoods and I can see only their eyes - but two of them are women. I am dragged out roughly and pushed to the floor. Now I am really scared. These people are dangerous, they are not behaving like police officers at all, more like members of a secret society.

While one of the hooded men lifts me off the floor, the large woman is shouting angrily at me, calling me all kinds of names. Suddenly she steps forward and slaps me very hard across the face - again and again and again - while my arms are held tight by the men. Tears sting my raw cheeks and I tell her stop but she keeps hitting me and spitting in my face.

She calls me a dirty prostitute and says I deserve to die. I don't know who this woman is but she is totally crazy, like a demon. Sometimes she shouts at me in English and then she says something in Malay. The other woman steps forward and tears the front of my dress with great force. She pulls off my bra and gags me with it, and then she yanks down my panties, so they are around my ankles.

The men push me to the floor and take turns raping me. One tries to sodomize me but gives up and forces himself into my mouth instead. I bite him and he screams in pain and hits my head very hard, till I almost lose consciousness. This is a horrible nightmare. It can't be happening to me! Who are these insane people? They can't be policemen! They are monsters! I can hear the large woman laughing like a witch...

Suddenly I am looking at the scene from somewhere above. My body is badly bruised and almost numb with shock. It's a strange feeling, to feel so detached from my body. I feel no anger. Only sadness and pity for my attackers who are so depraved they are no longer human. I know I will never see my family and friends again, because these people intend to kill me.

I am back in my body and it hurts all over. The woman is mercilessly beating me with a cane and kicking me while the others stand back. She keeps whacking my genitals until I feel nothing... then I am thankfully out of my body again.

I watch my unconscious body being carried downstairs. They tape my mouth shut and tie my hands and feet tight with plastic rope. Then they throw me into the back of a 4-wheel-drive and slam the door shut. The vehicle drives off, followed by two other cars.

After a long time the 4-wheel-drive stops and a few people climb into it. The road is very bad and bumpy but I am hovering close to my body, observing everything that happens. There is no more sound of traffic. We must be in the jungle somewhere because all I can hear are insects chirping loudly, and heavy breathing as my body is placed on a stretcher and carried by two men along a jungle path.

When they finally stop and put down the stretcher I hear the woman's voice again. Cold water is thrown on my face and I return to my body with a jerk. Slowly I try to open my eyes but I can't focus on anything because it is very dark, except for the flashlights carried by a few of my abductors. The woman's voice is very close to my ear as she hisses: "So long, Aminah. Lovely to meet you at last. Have a pleasant journey." She laughs grotesquely and rips off the tape covering my mouth. "I want to hear you scream. Do you have any last words... dear Aminah?" She has removed her hood so I can see her face. It's a very cruel face indeed. The others are not wearing hoods but I don't know who they are. The large woman is obviously their boss.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch the metallic gleam of a gun near my face and I know this is the end of my story. I gather my strength and say as calmly and clearly as possible, so they will hear every word: "You are evil people. I curse you forever. You will never know peace again." I feel myself transforming into a mother wolf, ready to pounce in defence of her cubs...

Then I hear a click and there is blinding flash. I am floating ten feet above my twitching body. After a while I see someone attaching something to my now lifeless body. I cannot believe they intend to blow up my corpse with explosives, so nobody will ever find my bones!


I look up and see a beautiful blue sky. The sun shines brilliantly over the distant mountains. I can hear voices singing in overtones the ancient melodies of the great steppes where my ancestors hunted and fought their battles. Suddenly I am flying like an eagle over the rugged landscape that feels so familiar. I am free as a bird and I am home at last.

41 comments:

Anonymous said...

It really hurts to read this,its so graphic,so detailed,so real.It really hurts.Bless You Altantuya,may your cruel death be avenged,may your children be blessed and your greiving parents ,may they find peace.I dont know you,but I feel for you deeply,becos I am also a woman,a mother and a daughter.

Anonymous said...

Hang all those who were involved in this gruesome murder !

No matter what position they hold , Justice for Altantuya !

May she rest in peace...

masterwordsmith said...

The horror, agony, pain and suffering not forgetting the sense of betrayal that she must have experienced during her last moments have been brought to life through your almost surreal description..It was really an emotional roller coaster ride reading it and my heart goes out to Altantuya, her children, family and friends.I cannot imagine how those fiends can carry on living knowing full well what they did and yet proclaim their innocence. Those evil, inhuman wicked monsters must be brought to justice and punished both on earth and in hell for all that they did!

Antares said...

She feels like a soulsister to me, and I sense her spirit within much that has occurred since October 20, 2006. Getting involved with the Umno mafia turned out to be not such a smart move, and some might say she was poking a stick into a hornets' nest - but there was absolutely no call to violently end her life, and cast the entire country into dishonor and disrepute.

donplaypuks® said...

Beautifully and sensitively written. No one deserves to die this way. Justice must prevail.

Utusan, eat your heart out

http://donplaypuks.blogspot.

Patricia said...

Antares,

You have captured the essence of how this nust have happened perfectly. I think the out-of-body bits are an excellent device to enable the story to continue even while she lies unconscious.

And, again, your method for the ending is perfect: her spirit speaks, and it helps those of us who've watched the horrors inflicted on her to find peace ourselves, as the eagle soars over the land of her birth.

I like your metaphor of the eagle. For me, it spells peace and freedom for her at last. Freedom from this world, and freedom from earthly pain.

This was beautiful, Antares. And, written with such compassion and insight into the final hours of her life. I don't think she was an angel, and she decided on a dangerous path that ultimately lead to her murder. But I agree with Donplaypuks: no one deserves to die this way.

May her soul find peace.

Pat

amoker said...

that is a timely reminder that a person , with feeling , is dead. All these politics is to gain power. But life is more precious. my heart to the family , esp the child that she was holding

miwaki said...

Altantuya is in pureland now,free from suffering whereas her killers will be suffering in hell later on for a few billion years.At the mean time,these people are free for a few years before they end up where they belong.

true-leaders.com said...

May justice be done.

Anonymous said...

...yet despite all the allegations and supposed evidence of involvement in the case, the real perpetrators are still not asked to testify.

(And what happened to the PI?)

ghostline said...

Reading this account burns the soul, Antares... as it should. Somehow it reminds me of the almost equally horrendous rape-murder of Canny Ong some years ago.

We will keep the name of Altantuya alive. She will have her justice. And we will have our revolution.

lucia said...

this is a beautiful and touching piece. put us back to the world of altantuya. these days there had been so much talk on umno's nominations and ISA and what-not that many people had forgotten about the altantuya's case. we need to blog on this issue now and then to remind people.

antares, i will CnP this post of yours to my blog. oh must remember to put you on my blogroll too. :)

azisirikit said...

I pray hard to Allah to punish the murderers!

bodohland said...

Fiction or non fiction? It's only divided by a thin line, isn't it? You have written a wonderful piece, bro, one that our dear Altantuya would nod in appreciation and with gratitude. Well done brother! Proud of ya!

Antares said...

Thank you for all your kind and supportive feedback, my friends. The horror of what befell Altantuya between the time she was abducted in front of Baginda's house and the time she was killed has been playing in my thoughts for a long time. Yesterday, I sat down and opened myself fully to being inspired by my Mongolian soul-sister, whose only mistake was her great fondness for an adventurous, high-flying lifestyle - and her fatal attraction to men of stature and wealth. I have a friend in Java who could have experienced a similar fate; fortunately she found inner peace meditating in a buddhist temple in India and is still alive and well.

kensan said...

Let's keep this Atantuya's story alive as long as those murderers are still free.As you had cursed them on that fateful evening,I would like just to echo your curses and let's send these murderers to HELL once and for all!

Anonymous said...

The conspiracy to kill her is to cover up a extremely dark secret. Same goes with the missing PI. Same goes for the trial as it has been too long and hopefully people will forget. We the people has the right to know and we should keep on pressuring the government.

Anonymous said...

Brilliant. Simply brilliant. You've captured the anxiety, the fear, the pain and finally the release. All human emotions. And you did it without putting yourself at risk of being accused of sub judice or sedition.

I have a sneaky suspicion it was also done as a perfect answer to someone's short story which had also ended in death. The difference is yours is artful and classy. That cerpen was written by a plep.

raymond said...

That was so real. Was she speaking through you?

Anonymous said...

I felt a mix of Anger and Sadness reading this. Well written. Even hell wouldn't want these filthy souls

Steven said...

I had tears in my eyes reading this sad, sad and inhumane saga. Patricia, you have no rights to suggest that she was no angel. How do you know that? Are you an angel yourself, seriously? We all make mistakes in our life as human beings all do, yes, that's what we all are, pure human beings on this stinking earth! She deserved to be treated like a human being, no matter how wrong she might have caused them. They have sisters and daughters too, right? The lowest class of animals would do something like this to a fellow human being! Shame on you Malaysians!!!

Anonymous said...

Dear Antares, it is a poignant piece of work. Thank you for being so sensitively creative in keeping the Altantuya spirit alive. We have to keep her ghost going because the painful truth is that it is only through her hauntings that we can hope to turn the tide. The key issue now is to get to the bottom of this case. The murder mystery must be solved. If not it will forever hang like a dark cloud over the country. UMNO is getting more and more sinister, if not satanic by the day because there is no one there with any conscience left. We are going to be ruled by a combination of Darth Vader in league with the debauched Sultan Mahmud of Melaka's last days. I think behind every empire at its death throes there is bound to be a woman wronged!

Anonymous said...

Very well written Antares!

It is probably what she went thru - can't be too far from the truth ....

Poor lady.

Damn those murderers and the "mafia"!

Cruzeiro

jonathan said...

HMMM art imitating life or life imitating art?
A challenge to our wira...is it? gosh it's great if the ghost of Altantuya does reveal the culprit and we shall finally be good for all of us to c4.. i mean see for ourselves whether God does dispense His justice than let the evil killers live happy in this life. see www.jonathan66-my.blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

May the murderers never find peace in this world, and Allah will surely punish them in the hereafter.

forever will be said...

Antares,
Thks for the poignant description.Keep up your good work
Will there be part 2? pls be careful
as the bodak is in the habit of ISA
It is the signs of the last days....

Anna Ismail said...

Very well written. For what I believe, as God has promised that murderers will always have to take over the sins of their victim and Altantuya's soul is cleared of sins. Her soul is pured by murder... May the sinners get their punishments soon.

Dragonfly said...

A very touching piece.
May her soul rest in peace.
And to her murderers
You all will rot in HELL.

Old Fart said...

And I thought only Utusan Malaysia can tell a story!!

Am sure our PM to be as well as baldie Syed Hamid Albar will approve of this missive as they obviously approve the Utusan Story on YB J.

Very well written!!

m@rbl3s said...

God bless her soul.

Umar Rentaka said...

Who is that "bik mama" Aminah is referring too?

RaymonD said...

this is so surreal. i hope the spirit haunts the killers infinitely until she finds peace.

Marcusg said...

Simply brilliant. Someday, when the Men and women involved are behind bars, we can have a movie about Aminah and her final hours...

zorro said...

Brilliant! But only someone with SOUL can put "pen to paper". Definitely worth a posting in my blog. Thanks and cheers.

Long Man said...

"You are evil people. I curse you forever. You will never know peace again."
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may these evil people will never know peace again as hell is coming to them... amin...

Anonymous said...

May Almighty punish all the murderers in hereafter ,amen .

Anonymous said...

This is what i call creative writing. Its so surreal that shows how we humans can be de-evolve into. Not like that bullshit Chamil Wariya's YB J thats been circulating around recently. He have the audacity to called it Creative Writing!!! Someone should put this in Malaysiakini. Counter that Utusan bullshit.

Muahaha

Anonymous said...

Putting the "vocalist" under ASI will not not help because the spirit of Aminah is so powerful and thirsty for the blood of BIKRosemary.....May GOD bless Aminah's soul to rest in peace and almighty GOD will punish c4ist with GILA forever in many generations to come!

Antares said...

Since this piece was posted I have learnt that Tuya is indeed descended from a powerful line of Siberian shamans. She wasn't fully conscious of her heritage but was using her innate gifts for her own survival in a materialistic world. Her cruel murder has brought about grave karmic consequences for not only those directly involved in her abduction, torture and execution - but also those complicit in the massive cover-up afterwards. The Curse of Altantuya will bring disrepute and destruction to the piratic and parasitic bloodlines that have for too many generations fed off the fat of this fair land.

Avitov said...

Shaku-ni Bo dhi hwa Myo-Ji Noemi "Naomi"(Pagan-Ramirez) Ribot In Memory of Entered: Niruana September 10,2010 2:30 A.M NAMOAMIDABUTSU...my mother R.I.P....

Avitov said...

Shaku-ni Bo dhi hwa Myo-Ji Noemi "Naomi"(Pagan-Ramirez) Ribot In Memory of Entered: Niruana September 10,2010 2:30 A.M NAMOAMIDABUTSU...my mother R.I.P....