On the day of the incident, I was resting at home. When I was informed of the fire through my wife’s call, I immediately changed clothes and prepared to leave.
The instant I opened the door, darkness engulfed me, as thick smoke swallowed me whole. I tried to activate my mobile’s torch, but visibility was zero and breathing became excruciatingly difficult. I immediately closed the door and stepped back inside the home.
Momentarily at a loss, I called my wife again, only to find her utterly distraught. I asked if I could escape by rushing through the emergency exit to the lobby. She replied that the lobby had become a sea of flames! In that instant, I knew my final escape route was cut off.
I would be imprisoned within this purgatory called “home”. I could only wait helplessly and passively. Wait for rescue. I calmed myself, found towels in the house, and tried to wet them as much as possible.
Suddenly, I heard cries coming from the corridor outside the door. Grabbing the wet towels, I rushed out without hesitation.
