…It was an ordinary Saturday, the last day of the month. Despite the season, we had a break from the foggy and gloomy winter haze in the morning. Everything was normal to my off-day routine: eating, resting, cleaning up and catching up with movies.

I had just done my laundry and was resting and scrolling social media when I heard a commotion outside. I thought it was a fight; curiosity got the best of me, so I stepped out of my room to check what was the matter. That was when I saw everyone staring at the sky. I found it odd – there was nothing but a plume of smoke. I thought it was fireworks, but Ramadan had already started; I didn’t think it was a celebration. Little did I know that it was smoke from missiles being intercepted. We didn’t have a clue what was happening or what caused the missile attack. My room had eight people – four Ghanaians and four Kenyans, including myself. We debated what was going on. Migrant workers rarely know what’s going on in Qatar; we only pay attention to news that affects us directly, and also nothing out of the ordinary happens in Qatar…