I had promised to make it work after all I know they had my best interest at heart.
He had his list of do’s and don’ts that I had to follow and if I didn't comply he would lock the kitchen so no food for me as a form of punishment.
I remember the day he slapped me. The betrayal of having the man that’s meant to take care of you, hurt you.
I packed my bag and left. I knew my family wouldn't support me so I went to my aunt’s place.
We managed to start patch things up.
As time went on I realised Hamza wasnt warming up to Jamila so I tried my best to make them spend some time together until the day that she fell of the bed!
My resentment for Hamza grew daily and so was his, I was living in bondage yet I couldn't find the courage to walk out.
As I walked into the Living room I saw him fingering our little girl.
I rushed towards them and shouted his name,he quickly stood up with a guilty look.
I don't remember what I said but I remember slapping him and he beat me while our daughter cried.