24 of September 2021, I remember that day clearly; it was a Friday. I can't forget waking up early: the sunny day, birds' voices in the morning, me complaining to my parents not to make me go and buy bread. Wearing my yellow slippers before going to the masjid besides my house for the prayer. But I don't know, I was just a kid; I didn't pay much attention to the speech that was always given. But I remember that exact speech was about suicide. I can't figure out to this day why I paid attention to that one instead of looking at the floor, lost in my thoughts. But I remember that I had that weird feeling while listening to it…...Fear? Maybe. After the prayer, I went back home. No, I hurried there. I still can't figure out to this day why I did that, but when I got there, I went to look out of the window. I remember seeing everyone walking. Dads with their sons from the masjid, friends, kids just minding their businesses. But I saw them. Two kids from a nearby flat just fell from the window. I remember I froze in place; I couldn't even call anyone. I just froze, watching the whole thing happen Infront of my eyes, seeing people. Seeing them rushing, but they were late. I thought that was it. My mom was looking from another window; I saw her tears. But I didn't know why. We never talked to them. We aren't even related to them. Then I saw something that changed my life. The mom of the two kids looked down from the window, seeing her children down there, no signs of life on them. She disappeared inside, then came back few minutes later to stand at the edge of the window. I remember everything slowed down. I was looking at my mom screaming and tearing, my dad covering my little brother's eyes while running towards our home, not wanting him to see what was going to happen. But I saw it. I remember how slowly she jumped, how quiet it was, how the screams begging her not to do it just stopped. I heard the scariest sound of my life: the thud of her body hitting the ground. I don't know why I kept watching, but I did it anyway. I felt many things at once: disgust, shame, pure horror, embarrassment. I never looked at people the same after it, I felt shame and embarrassment every time I walked when I remember that I could have gone down and grabbed a piece of cloth or something to save the mother. But at the same time, I was scared; I didn't know what to do; I was just frozen in my place. I felt disgusted at the 20+ people below her window, not even trying to help her with anything, only moving away when she jumped. But I kept watching it all happen, I realized she went back those few minutes…. I think she was wishing that all this was fake, that the two kids lying on the floor dead weren't hers. But it was too late. She is gone beside both her kids, and no one even tried any bit of help; nothing but begging and screaming. It hunted me through the years how I look at people now, how I started to think people will not be helpful in serious situations while I was 13, how every time I go down to buy some stuff I just look there at the place they died, I remember the sand that was put to cover the blood. Now I am 17, and I still can remember clearly the full accident when I look through that exact window at my house; I just remember the exact thing that happened, and I can't help it. I can't stop it. I keep saying I had nothing to do with it, but it felt like a reborn for me, I became quieter; my view has changed about many things, mostly people. Maybe I saw it, and it is going to make me stronger someday. But sometimes I wish I just slept late that night and woken up late that day.