Everything that happened on that muggy day. Everything that happened will never leave. It will haunt me forever like a ghost staring over its victims. It was a terrible day for me and 139 other people. Some who are family and some who are friends. I ran and ran, on sand and through grass. They surrounded me with sly smiles on their faces. I started praying to Allah, and didn’t stop. I prayed to Allah when I was in distress and most of all before I go to bed. Currently, I am the canoe house. The air is so heavy and moist, I struggle to breath. Four women and six children have died here. The odor of the rotting flesh invaded my head, I couldn’t take it anymore. We have to sleep in tight knit rows like sardines, I can hardly move my leg without
