Lubna Mrie

That was not a drum when I started to see people running my way, like they were running the opposite direction.

and I knew we were being shot at and I start running with people and I was terrified and I didn't know where to go and I find myself on a corner between like a wall and a car and one person was running and I see him and then seconds later he just falls to the ground

And I realized he was shot.

And at that moment, I remember hearing myself screaming, I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

And I keep running and I'm shaking so much that I end up falling.

And then someone lifts me from my armpits.

grabs me and he asked me did you get shot I said no and he just runs with me and he takes me to a building we go upstairs he pushes the door and it was a house full of women and few children and I see them all gathered around the window and I go with them I look out from the window and I see more people were being

dragged to safety and there was like streaks of blood on the pavement underneath.

And that day eight people got killed.

And I knew my life was not going to be the same after that day because I knew everything I was told growing up was a lie.

And it's made me question everything I grew up believing.

that people are being killed in protests because they're doing something terrible or because they're firing at the police.

And that these people are the ones creating chaos in the country.

But I was one of them.

I didn't even shout.

I didn't even chant.

And I almost got killed.

It made me realize that

Just the fact that you are going into the street and say something you're not supposed to say, you're going to be punished by live bullets.