The raid had begun, I felt like a cockroach. nThe men had begun to set fire to the home, and I felt like a cockroach. I was trapped, and there was no way out. The flames were getting closer and closer, and I could feel the heat on my skin. I was going to die. nWas I destined to die? I thought about my life, and all of the things I had done. I had never really lived, and now I was going to die. It didn't seem fair. The flames were getting closer and closer, and I could feel the heat on my skin. I was going to die.