People usually say they can't forget the fear of their life. Therefore, I remember very well the circumstances of mine. It unfortunately got under my skin in a bad way. I used to hear my friends and family saying that crime has been encreasing in my city Fez. However, I've never felt it until I experienced it. Actually now I'm afraid that I won't forget what happened because, you know, most of the recent events I've lived vanished from my memory, but I have a feeling that this one will remain in my heart and mind the way a rock remains standing in the ocean.
It all started when I was waiting for my parents to pick me up. It was dark, yes, but the space wasn't very empty and also not very crowded. I get goose bumps everytime I remember the details of what happened.
A man, or a guy came next to me. At first I really didn't suspect him as being a thief, I pretended not seing him. And yet, I moved slowly away from him in order not to bring his attention. However, the further I got from him, the closer he was getting from me. Realizing that, scared the hell out of me, I was frightened to death. He asked me what time was it, and of course, me like a fool, I responded him, that was when he ordered me to get him my watch and my cell if I had it on me. I wanted to like shout and ask for help but I couldn't. He had his f***ing dirty hands around me, and put his small knife up my hips. He threatened me, saying I'd better remain still!
I was breathing heavily, he was stinking. I was asking God to help me out.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, a man came and he tried to help, he told the thief to go away and leave me alone, otherwise, he would call the police. He sounded serious, thus the jerk, scared of jail went away. Then, I was free again, I thanked the man who helped me, he saved me.
The fear of this makes me shivering, I wouldn't want any of my acquaintances to experience what I went through, not even my enemies. It's hard, seriously. May God protect us all.
It all started when I was waiting for my parents to pick me up. It was dark, yes, but the space wasn't very empty and also not very crowded. I get goose bumps everytime I remember the details of what happened.
A man, or a guy came next to me. At first I really didn't suspect him as being a thief, I pretended not seing him. And yet, I moved slowly away from him in order not to bring his attention. However, the further I got from him, the closer he was getting from me. Realizing that, scared the hell out of me, I was frightened to death. He asked me what time was it, and of course, me like a fool, I responded him, that was when he ordered me to get him my watch and my cell if I had it on me. I wanted to like shout and ask for help but I couldn't. He had his f***ing dirty hands around me, and put his small knife up my hips. He threatened me, saying I'd better remain still!
I was breathing heavily, he was stinking. I was asking God to help me out.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, a man came and he tried to help, he told the thief to go away and leave me alone, otherwise, he would call the police. He sounded serious, thus the jerk, scared of jail went away. Then, I was free again, I thanked the man who helped me, he saved me.
The fear of this makes me shivering, I wouldn't want any of my acquaintances to experience what I went through, not even my enemies. It's hard, seriously. May God protect us all.
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