Day 32

I've lost Rashida and Omar. Now we are only left with Bibi and I. We were trying as hard as we could to scoop the water out of the boat. We were almost out of strength, starving in the cold oily water. I tried to keep on by thinking of my ancestors, suffering more than i do. Everyone was amazed that Bibi could hold on for such a long time despite the tiring work of scooping the water. No one knew the reason, only i do, it is because her father was a baker.