Khadijah's P O V
Flashes of my family members, Tahir, Amna, his relatives and everyone glinted in my head.
The more the men approached me the more my heart hit my ribcage more frenziedly.
I locked my car and the sound of a gunshot ran in the air. I clenched my eyes as one of the men broke my window resulting in a fiercer Dua from me.
I closed my eyes wanting it all to go away like a nightmare, a scene from a horror movie. My stomach loosened resulting in my need to visit the toilet.
All thoughts of my health transferred to that of my baby making me hug my stomach from inside my hijab. Thank God I choose to wear this today.
The men took me out of my car and when I tried to fight (silly right) one of the men pressed a g*n to my head.
A g*n!
Gun
The word terrifies me and the picture
