On that fateful day, my father was performing ablution.

It was while he was doing this that he heard the gun shots.

Fear gripped us.

My parents didn't know whether we should run away or hide in the house.

The gun shots increased in number.

We shook in fear.

My father, mother, brother and l were very scared.

Then we saw the terrorists!

They entered our house and grabbed my brother.

We were all the more scared!

We were shocked when one of them brought out a knife and slaughtered him before our eyes.

Sunday January 7th 2018, still remains one of my most painful memories.

It is always difficult to remember the day my brother died.