A few minutes into the walk, I heard the sound of footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching.
Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me.
Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this.
I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly.
"Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred.
By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified.