By Fatima Az-Zahraa Dadou
I woke up at around 1:00 a.m., trying to breathe, trying to fill my lungs with oxygen yet unable. I could not breathe and I looked to my parents desperately; waiting for them to do something to save me. Above my lips, I was getting a blue tint and my parents stared at me with horror. My aunt, grandmother, and siblings looked unto me with a great deal of confusion and concern. I was honestly ready to do anything in order to catch a breath and I wished from all my heart that I would either feel better right away or die just to be relieved from the suffering I was experiencing now. It was an unexplainable and terrifying feeling. I clasped my hands together tightly not knowing what to do. I was unable to speak to my parents and tell them how I felt or communicate about how much I felt the need for water. But suddenly oxygen once again flowed into my lungs leaving me gasping repetitively...
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