Trembling in the cold, scorching night, the words fear and death invaded my soul and sadly awaited the death blow. The darkness of the lemon grove under the full moon hidden behind long, high parallels of clouds was accelerating my fear and advancing the idea of ​​“suddenly disappearing” in my mind. I had never thought about death before. The rows of lemon trees that stood like elite soldiers made me feel like an enemy soldier captured in war and taken to be executed by guillotine. A rifle was pointed at my head, which paralyzed my eyes and legs; so I couldn't hear or sense anything. My eyes stare blindly and my legs walk briskly with the question "will I die" stuck in my mind like a tick attaching itself to my skin. I was woken up out of bed earlier without knowing what was happening. They didn't allow me to wear any clothes or even tie my shoes. I was forced to leave the safety of my home and walk for something unholy, obviously, in that cold, freezing weather. My body froze and turned into an ice cube and all the nerve cells that existed on my legs were dying. As we walked through the lemon grove I felt my anger boiling and intimidated. This was further reinforced by the leader of the group hitting me in the back and yelling at me to answer his question "Are you cold?". My fear became stubbornness, which refused to respond. The men were walking fast and dragging me ferociously around me in the mud and they had tied my hands very tightly with rope and I felt a shooting pain in my arms, I felt like I was holding a cactus with long sharp needles stuck in my skin. Every minute the sound of “creek, creek, creek” increased the pressure among the white men. Each 'stream' made them... middle of paper... whisper, as if anticipating the cruelty to come. There is a sharp chill in the air, like a slap in the face, and the crickets have increased their 'creek'creek'creek' rhythm like a pounding heart. The moon came out from the clouds and shed light, as if setting the stage for a theater show. All the elements of nature have prepared. All that's left for me to be ready for the one-sided battle between the white men and the black men. I know that in a short time I will face death. I will probably die but if I survive I will leave this place but I will always fight for my rights and the rights of all black people. If I die and am given the chance to be reincarnated, I want to be reborn black again and will do everything I can to change the inequality between black and white men. For now, all I can do is close my eyes and pray.