Help should not be a blessing

ONE evening a few weeks ago, as I was walking through the Masjid Jamek train interchange something stopped me in my tracks. A family of three – I presumed a mother, father and child – had stopped right at the top of the escalator next to the stairs. The woman was on her hands and knees and the man was trying to pick her up.

I stopped and asked if they needed help. The husband reluctantly assured me that they were okay.