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....how  ungrateful  man is, the things he accepts and receives  as his birthright  and enjoys them all his life  he doesn't even care to show his gratitude for that,  , he remains indifferent to them, , how important  they are to him  become apparent when they are taken away from him,  she thought 

Did she ever show her gratitude for the air she breathes,s he answered  her own question in no before hanging her head in shame,  this realization had  dawned on her just today when she was balancing  on the verge of life and death in the middle  of the  corridor inside  the suspended lift, it was then impossible for her to breathe,  with her lungs tearing out she was unable to take a proper breath,  her throat was swelling up painfully  by each passing moment as the poison gas filled up inside the suspended lift in which she was trapped,  her nostrils  downwards  felt  were burning,  eyes began burning,  tears flooded  as if she was   amidst  tear gas spray,  thirst  covered  ger parched lips with a layer of dry crust, she coughed  constantly,  she rubbed her eyes and  looked at the locked exit  that refused to budge open 

She sat down in one corner,  her mind played fast-forward  her past  memories on her mental canvas,  her life,  her father  mother  brothers  friends  her native village  m those  deadly days she was trying to  flee from  to save  herself  to live her life to find herself  embraced in complete silence  watching her life  slip  out if her grip, she saw herself running  along the train  , then  the faces of baba and Ali and  Kareem,  baba was certainly her entire world,  ali a friend and Kareem..thinking of Kareem  sge closed her eyes  , she could still see his  face with her closed eyes,  her eyes flew open,  whole  scene  turned misty  and foggy, sometimes   we see more clearly with eyes shut