The
residents of Taman Seri Wangsa were fast asleep. Whenthunder rumbled through
the quite of the night, a few people turned over in their beds, but went on
sleeping. A bolt of lightning lit up the night sky and stuck the roof of uncle
Shan’s double story house. A chunk of the roof seemed to explode, and flame
rose from the house. Home tuition tutor
Mr.Chong, having finished the evening class at Lee’s house. The tutor who
finished the class was just out of the house rushed to his bike, in a hurry to
be home and out of the imminent heavy rain. He ducked instinctively as the
lightning stuck, and then saw the flames on the roof of one of the houses.
Mr.Chong
ran down the street, shouting,and “Fire! Fire! Call the fire Department!” As he
ran, fear gripped him. The flames were still low, but their flickering
frightened him for there was unusual strong wind blowing that night. The fire
was in the middle section of the street where he lived with his wife and
children. When he reached the fire, he identified the building as uncle Shan’s
house.
No
more that two minutes had passed since he had first raised the alarm, but
already Taman Seri Wangsa was in flurry of shouting and running people in panic.
The occupants of the houses clanged open their grill doors, running here and
there, some organising evacuation of their homes, some waiting, uncertain and
anxious. The yellowish orange, lit up their faces as they shouted and
gesticulated. A pile of belongings started to build up in front of the some
houses as people tried to save their possessions, and those who had cars were
throwing their belongings inside them.
Uncle
Shan and his wife were organising the evacuation of their burning house. The
whole residents of the area helped, forming a human chain to carry out whatever
the couples decided they had to save. In the panic, all kinds of objects
appeared through the door, both the valuable and the useless. Meanwhile, the
gusty wind fanned the flames and soon the whole roof was on fire. Suddenly I
realised that no one had done a head count of the occupants of the house. I
knew the fire department would be there of any moments, but even a moment could
prove too long a time to wait to rescue the lives, especially the lives of the
five children who lived in the house. I knew them all well. We grow up together
as neighbours.
Flames
crackled down as I took count of the children. The four oldest were already on
the pavement, looking sleepy and disoriented. They sat huddled together in
silence. “Where’s Hema?” I asked urgently. The children stared at me blankly. I
ran inside shouting, “There’s a child upstairs! Hema! Hema! ”
I
raced upstairs although by that time the top landing was shrouded in dense
smoke. I ran into the smoke and searched each room on the upstairs floor. I
could barely see around me so, banging into the furniture, I felt my way. Where
are you Hema? I thought desperately. The fire was spreading fast, but I
continued to work my way from room to room, groping among the furniture. At
last I felt the form of small legs. The child was still sleeping! I picked the
child up, and hurried to escape the increasing heat of the fire and the choking
smoke.
Outside the room, I saw the flashlights of the
fire-fighters who had come up after me. They took the child for me, and quickly
led me downstairs and out to safety to her grateful parents and my own worried
family were waiting. The kids parents thanked me while crying for saving their
kids live. The fire had been extinguished by the fire-fighters after some
hours. They only could help to control the fire to not separate to the other
houses but they couldn’t save uncle Shan’s house. The fire abolish uncle Shan’s
house. The whole family was in sad of losing their house.
The
next day our area committee had a meeting to help the victim of the incident. They
request for help with one of the NGO in from the nearby area. They had a visit
and promised to help the victims as soon as possible. Meanwhile we as
neighbours helped them by giving some foods, cloths and also books for the
children.