I'm here today to share with you a story that happened in 2012.

I was returning home from school that afternoon.I met a man on the street.He asks me to show him a road.I couldn't tell him again and again where the road was.He tells me he came from far away and to help him a little.His destination was not far from my home so I agreed to help him get to his destination.When I got there suddenly someone grabbed a handkerchief in my face and then I fainted.When I regained consciousness I found myself trapped in a room.There were four more with me.Everyone was kidnapped in the same way.When I regained consciousness, one of them regained consciousness and the other few were still unconscious.She grabbed me and started crying.I had no idea what I should do in such a situation.At first we helped the other three to regain consciousness.None of us knew where we were.At first we tried to hear someone outside.There was a man talking that we had to be trafficked somewhere this morning.Hearing this caused a lot of fear in us and we all thought that we were no longer safe.We were all remembering the great Lord Allah.Just then he heard the sound of Azan from afar.Then an idea came to my mind.At first we locked the door of the room from the inside.Then I opened the small window of the room with great difficulty.Then we started screaming for help with all our might.By the grace of Allah, the people of the mosque responded to our call and saved us and arrested two kidnappers.The next morning the police took us all home.We all thought we could never get back alive.I still remember my mother's face when she saw me and cried.