Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality–or lack of–for the first time.
My mom gave me a book of prayers , she checked off two she said was very helpful when I was in any kind of danger. I memorized both of them and felt confident these two would protect me.
I once told my uncle about them, he smiled and said, “here is another one, this one is short and will come in handy when you are nervous and forget the long ones.”
I am equipped with my three prayers to help me when I need them.
Once I was traveling to Dhaka (Bangladesh) in the middle of the night by train, there were other passengers, I was traveling alone, suddenly I saw a weird looking man showing his face on the window, I was so terrified I started saying the three prayers one at a time, when the train stopped at a station, he was told to get off from the train by the conductor. I was relieved I wouldn’t have to see his face again.
Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.
I have learned from experience that at times the so called family friends are the ones ,one must be careful of.
It happened one day, my sister’s friend’s husband came to pick me up to go to his home for supper, I guess his wife was busy cooking, so she didn’t come with him.
I knew who he was since I was only ten or eleven years old, he came to our house a few times, my Dad was not so fond of him because he once asked his wife to take off his shoes in my Dad’s presence. He told my mom, “this man is very ill-mannered.”
My mom laughed and didn’t think much of the incidence.
A few years later he found out where I was teaching,he came to take me to his house, on the way he suddenly looked at me and said, “What would you do if I take you somewhere else?”
Those words terrified me, I stayed quiet, he laughed, I felt unsafe and told myself I’d never go anywhere with a man even if I knew him.
On the way back I coaxed his wife to come with us so she could see where I lived.
You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.
This scenario could have happened to me in real life. I went to see my uncle, I was told his office was on the seventh floor. I pressed the elevator button to go up, when it opened I was terrified of the man inside, he was supposedly the elevator man. There was no one else there to ride the elevator,one look at him I decided it’s best for me to take the stairs.
Huffing and puffing I reached the fifth floor, hoping my uncle was on the fifth floor, the custodian told me he was on the seventh floor. He looked at me and said : “Did you take the stairs?”
I was too embarrassed to admit I took the stairs, once again he showed me the elevator, but I knew there was only two more floors to go, I’d be fine I thought.
This is my elevator story, it is not fiction,it is very real.