It was the year of the coup in the Maldives, which took place in 1988, I was five. I remember being woken up by my brother in the middle of the night. He carried me out of my bedroom in a protective way. I remember hearing gunshots. All of my family (30 people) were sitting in a room in my parents’ house. My sister was putting a pillow on the phone which was ringing in attempt to silence it as there were men outside our house with guns.