It was during the riots in 1992 between Muslims and Hindus, we were a family of 5, my mother who was then 30, my aunt who was 26 then, my elder sister who was 8, my elder brother was 7 and I was 3. We were having our meal when stones were thrown on our windows. Our house had doors on both ends. Scared, we all tried escaping from the back door. The moment we opened the door, a huge man was standing there with a sword in his hand. It was very terrifying, and he almost attacked us, when a Hindu old lady stopped him saying, “leave them, she is a widow with 3 small kids”, and we ran barefoot. One of my mom’s friend (a Hindu) dressed mom in an attire that people believe she is a Hindu. Thanks to some good hearted people, we were saved by the bell. Though we lost everything we had, now gradually we earned it back.