I was walking home from a private tutoring session.
It was during Ramadan,
At around 8 a.m.
I was walking alone as usual.
Then I suddenly lost consciousness.
I was drugged and kidnapped.
I knew I was kidnapped when I woke up.
I was all alone in an empty building.
I tried to look for an exit.
I ran into a weird-looking man.
He looked scary.
I don’t know how I mustered the courage to hit him,
But I did, with every bit of force in me.
I hit him until he fell down.
He was drunk,
But I managed to get away.
I ran to the nearest metro station.
My clothes were in bad shape,
But I didn’t care what people thought
All I was thinking of was how I managed to defend myself.
I thanked God that I was still alive.