They shoved us into the waters, shouting vulgarities as we crossed. I thought we were going to die, attacked and torn apart by the crocodiles who called the river home.
Although I am an agent of the Guard, situations like these, where human beings risk their lives to improve their living conditions, are heartbreaking.
Many Venezuelan migrants have travelled to Colombia seeking new opportunities, however, the lack of employment and the conditions of some governments have not allowed all immigrants to survive.
We lost consciousness in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were palm trees, sand, and water.
The shots rang out from the soldier's rifle, and the first bullet entered Rashid's upper back. The second shot tore through his midsection. The bullets exited through the front of his body, indicating he'd been shot in the back.
My family and neighbors broke the door to my house with anger, entered, and started beating and stoning us.