She spent the night contorted into a crouching position with her arm aloft and hand trapped. In the morning, as her hopes of survival began to fade, she heard Didar Hossain calling out through the dark crevices. “I shouted back ’please help me brother’. He told me he could only help me if he cut off my hand and I let him. He then went out and came back with a knife and an injection. I was given an injection first. He had to chop of my hand to get me out,” she said.