When you Defeated death
We have all heard the saying that a picture speaks a thousand words.
This one pulled a story out of me—a story of survival, fear, and an unexplainable second chance at life.
The Night I Defeated Death
I still remember that evening as though it is branded into my skin.
The shadows had been thick, swallowing the streets whole, but what I saw in those shadows still haunts me: a man—a beast—forcing himself on a woman whose lifeless family already lay on the ground. I froze. I should have turned away. I should have run. But my eyes betrayed me. And then his eyes found mine.
That single glance signed my death warrant.
The leader barked, and suddenly, footsteps thundered behind me. They came like wolves, a pack thirsty for blood. I ran. My feet pounded the dirt, my chest convulsed with air so sharp it felt like knives in my lungs. Thirty-eight minutes. Thirty-eight long minutes of being hunted like an animal, stumbling, dodging, praying for strength.
My legs wanted to quit. My heart begged for mercy. Each second stretched into eternity. I could hear their curses, their jeers, the metallic clink of their weapons promising my end...
And then—like a miracle—light cut through the dark. A Red Cross van stood parked on the roadside,close to an abandoned house that it's residents have fled due to the killing,rape and evil happenings. I had no voice left to scream, no energy to beg. All I could remember was me staggering close to the house, with an ounce of adrenaline rushing through me, I raised my trembling finger to my lips with a fierce gaze,eyes-locked in the direction I ran out from(just like that scene in the movie Apocalypto)and made a trembling “shhh” with locked lips, suddenly I felt the little strength in me eject my body before the world tilted sideways and I fainted.
When I woke, the antiseptic sting of the Red Cross facility filled my nose. White walls. Gentle voices. Safety. My throat was raw, but I forced myself to speak, to tell them everything—about the woman, about the slaughter, about the bandits who wanted me erased from the earth.
I had stared death in the face that night and somehow survived. My body broken, my spirit trembling—but alive. And sometimes, survival itself is the greatest victory.