Ma'anar ƙamus na kalmar "daskarewa" shine tsari ko yanayin zama ƙanƙara ko wani abu mai ƙarfi sakamakon matsanancin sanyi. Hakanan yana iya komawa ga aikin yin wani abu mai sanyi wanda zai daskare, ko kuma jin sanyi sosai.
But then a shadow darkened my mind as I remembered the cold water that had encased my legs for days, freezing my bones until I thought they would shatter into a thousand pieces from the smallest movement.
Freezing air rushed around me, stinging my eyes and burning down my throat.
Even now, a bitter chill swept through my veins freezing my heart with shame.
A frigid wind blew past, lifting leaves into a frenzy and not so much drying my sweat as freezing it.
The Passages were always freezing, no matter the time of day.
Gangs rendering the hallways free of corpses with shivs and 3inch blades, or stay and die of starvation, thirst, or hypothermia, because this apartment was freezing without heating.
Aouda, cosily packed in furs and cloaks, was sheltered as much as possible from the attacks of the freezing wind.
I also scrubbed at the inside lining of the jacket before rising out of the water dripping wet and freezing, the jacket feeling like a hundred pound weight.
Granted, it was freezing outside, but the outfit truly reminded me of the Elf-on-a-Shelf appearing every Christmas in the Castigliano mansion for my daughter, Emma.
Cold metal pressed into my back, and I realised almost immediately that I was freezing.
