During that time, Amanat, who lived on the first floor, asked her daughter Rasha to take some food up to my grandmother, whilst the power cut. This meant walking up five flights of stairs, "definitely not am I walking up five flights of stairs!", they argued. At noon, when the power came back, Amanat heard shouting inside the building, screaming, grief echoing the walls outside her door. Amanat walked up the second flights of stairs, then the third, and as the screams got louder and louder, she ran back downstairs.