All I remember from last night was that I went to sleep in the comfort of my bed and then suddenly I was startled awake in a parallel universe.
I went to the minimart last night to buy some skittles. My headphones were on as I listened to music. I strolled down the street and I closed my eyes to enjoy the cool night breeze waft enchantingly over my skin as it lightly fluttered my hijab. I was unaware of my surroundings as a sleek black Mercedes pulled up beside me and four men hurried out and pointed a gun towards my head threatening to blow my head off if I did as much as utter a word.
With the gun still pointed towards my head, one of them carried me roughly and dumped me in the backseat of the car. The only hope I had then was in Allah as I silently recited my Ayaa Kursiy. I tried to scream out and a syringe was pulled out from a box underneath the seat and stuck into my thigh aggressively. My vision started to blur and the world started to spin as I fell into a state of unconsciousness.
I was awakened with a bucked of freezing cold water poured all over my body. I began to notice my surroundings and I realized that I was in an uncompleted building with four men pacing around the room in an agitated manner as they discussed something I couldn’t seem to understand. I was seated in a chair across the room. A rope was tied across my waist perfectly gluing me to the chair and another was tied around my ankles on the front legs of the chair. A gross smelling rag was firmly stuck in my mouth gagging me. I tried my best to force it out and it came off.
I was utterly scared and confused due to the situation I was in but surprisingly, for the sake of my life, I kept quiet not to attract attention from my kidnappers. I was just very happy I had not been noticed yet.
The clouds above drastically turned a shade darker and a heavy storm began. Rain pelted harshly on the windows of the building as the surrounding area darkened. Inwardly, I muttered a quick prayer to my Alma matter, Allah because the rain came as a distraction. I frantically searched my coat pockets for my mirror. I broke it silently in my palm and blood gushed from my hand like a sprinkler. I sucked in a harsh breath as particles of glass bit into my skin but I had to stay quiet.
I began to use the broken edge of the mirror to cut the ropes around me. I hurriedly got up from the chair and it toppled over. Unfortunately, the kidnappers’ attention returned to me and they started to chase me. As I sprinted towards the door, they darted across the room after me.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my pulse rate increased as I ran. Luckily, I eased my way out of the building into the cold night. During my escape fest, I fell into a puddle of sticky mud and accidentally bumped my head on the hard concrete. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and my scream pierced into the air like an arrow and I was noticed once again. I heard the beating of footsteps and hurried to heave of breaths heading towards me but I was unable to move. It felt like I was weighed down by an elephant.
One of the kidnappers which I was surprised to find out was a lady let out an excited squeal as she sauntered towards me. The others came and like a deja vu, the gun was pointed at my head. I soon received the shock that shook me to the marrow as I saw my elder brother. He stepped closer with his gaze glued to my face. closer and closer. I began to sink into my skin in deep fear. He started yelling my name. Why? I wonder. My head became the coven of a raging storm.
As written by Fawziyyat Yusuf.