♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕
"I am fine," Omar breathed out, pushing the guys off of him.
I sighed in relief and yelled, "get me outta here!"
The boys didn't waste any time and ran to us. They started to untie us. I ran to my son, hugging him for dear life. I was so close to losing him. When I opened my mouth to speak, the words came out fitfully, the sounds half-swallowed by a sobbing noise. To my dismay, I was crying almost too much to be coherent.
"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling back from the hug.
"I am a fine mom. Don't worry. Are you alright?" he replied.
"I am fine. Ya Allah! That was so scary. I thought that I lost you," I cried silently.
He whipped the tears off my cheek and said, "don't worry. I am right here. Always."
"Okay, let me help you," I offered since he was struggling
