I survived the ferry disaster – but lost 17 of my family

On a fateful day, I experienced a tragedy that I will never forget. The ferry we were traveling on capsized, and chaos ensued. I managed to survive, but my heart was heavy with grief as I learned that 17 members of my family were among those lost in the disaster.

The moments following the disaster were a blur – the screams of panic, the rush of water, the feeling of helplessness. I clung to debris and prayed for rescue, all the while fearing the worst for my loved ones.

As the hours passed and rescuers arrived, the full extent of the tragedy became clear. My family members who had been traveling with me were gone, their lives cut short in a blink of an eye. The pain and loss were overwhelming, and I struggled to come to terms with the reality of what had happened.

In the days and weeks that followed, I grappled with survivor’s guilt and the weight of my grief. I mourned the loss of my family members and wondered why fate had spared me while taking them away. It was a difficult and painful journey, but with the support of friends and loved ones, I slowly began to heal.

The memory of that day will always haunt me, a reminder of the fragility of life and the unpredictable nature of tragedy. I will never forget the loved ones I lost in the ferry disaster, and I will carry their memory with me always.