#34 One year later.
9 December 2025
Entry #34
9 December 2025
Status: Reflecting.
Last Friday was actually a heavy one for me.
It was the one-year anniversary of me and Fadza getting charged in court by MACC.
It will undoubtedly unlock the memory box for me – not that hard because Google Photos will remind me anyway…
You see smiles here, because well, what else could we do.
It was a painful day of disbelief and disappointment for us – that we were made into a spectacle for the nation. What you don’t see is the heavy mental preparation leading up to the day. The roller coaster of events that preceded that eventful 5th December.
Going in and out of MACC to give statements for days, printing out my bank statements for the past 10 years and explaining each transaction – how much I give my family, how much I spend on my home, how much I spend for anything, everything they wanted to know about me was all laid out to all the officers. My house was raided, along with my parents and my inlaws. My belongings taken. For reasons unbeknownst to me. They took my phone, read every conversation, even private ones between husband and wife. They went through my photos, private ones included. They froze our accounts, company and personal, so we had no access to money. “But you have all my bank statements! Why do you need to freeze my accounts, I have kids to feed and staff to pay,” we asked. I felt like a criminal already, stripped off my rights. At times, I couldn’t even speak to my lawyer - you can imagine my fear in there. But the biggest fear was not being able to see my children, which Alhamdulillah, they were kind enough to allow me to go home.
Finally, on the last day, we were told we were going to be charged.
“Charged for what?!” Both Fadza and I exclaimed, from our separate rooms…