Fatima was in the kitchen when she heard her husband coming down the steps towards her direction. She quickly fled to hide away from the tyrant who was her husband. She opened the first door she found without looking in. So scared was she that she wanted to avoid his wrath. The injuries inflicted were too numerous to explain. She constantly wore flowing robes to hide her war marks. What could have in store for her? With bated breath she waited anxiously. As his footsteps receded she began to take note of her environment. She was in a padded room. Is Mohammed a psychiatrist? He never told her what he did for a living despite her asking. She took in her surroundings. For the first time as she looked closer she saw three women. They looked harrid. She wondered if they were mental patients being treated by her husband. As she turned to get a better look. One of the women called out to her. ” Please help us!” She cried. Fatima was stunned. Who could they be and why should they be asking for her help? Not wanting to incur her husband’s anger, she quickly opened the door and walked out. She shut the door back quietly. Her mind kept returning to the women.
Where could she be? She hasn’t left the house, has she? He was worried about this girl and her curious nature. She asked questions too much. She gives him no breathing space. Mohamed searched the nook and cranny of the house to no avail. She must be around here somewhere hiding from him that he was sure of. Never mind he would ferret her out. As he went back into the house he saw her by the stairs. She looked like an apparation. Coming out of thin air. Well he had finally found her , now he could rest easy.
” Where have you been? Mohammed quizzed his wife. ” I got lost around the house you know how big the house is? I easily get lost”, She replied. True the house was big enough to get lost in that he couldn’t fault. But not minding he would have to be on top of his game. Else Fatima would outsmart him. ” Alright , prepare breakfast for me , I’d be going out”.
He never left the house. He was always indoors. She ran to kitchen which she had earlier vacated and started fixing breakfast. She was determined to make sure that he found no reason to loiter about the house so she could go back to room she stumbled upon………
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference. Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies. To be in the window and watch people being […]
We all have Fears and Expectations in relationships . But we sometimes get disappointed.
We are all afraid of getting hurt we don’t want to let others see how much they hurt us. We are scared of ourselves. Letting yourself be cheated out of a good relationship at times is because we are afraid to let go of the past. The past has a choke hold on us. We are like a 🌹 rose beautiful on the outside to anyone seeing it. Admired for it’s beauty. But we seldom forget it’s thorns 🌹 🌹 until we try picking up the rose and then we get stung . Every smiling face has a grieving heart. We just don’t let it show. Pains are a maturity period. They are steps we must take to get a better understanding of ourselves and our relationships. Hence it is to remind oneself of the good stuff when ever we are feeling blue. It’s a phase it would pass. Being hurt, cheated on, dumped , betrayed is learning process. We would come out stronger if we hold on and believe that my best is yet to come.
This singular emotion has been a source of happiness and sadness. We are sometimes so blindly in love that we refuse to see the errors staring us in the face. It is a good thing to note that love is meant to be enjoyed not endured. A lot of people are enduring love. But loving someone should be an experience that is unfathomable. The above quote sums it up nicely. At times there are no words indeed to describe what you feel when the love is true. Words fail but actions speak louder than.
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As she sits in silence nursing her wounds it occurred to her that she had endured more than her fair share of beatings. Her husband bless his soul is no longer a part of her life because she had killed him. Yes. It was a drastic measure. Her house had become a battle field. It was not live and let live. It was a jungle. She was constantly fighting for her life. Sleeping with one eye closed for fear of being killed in her sleep. Fatima had been married to Mohammed for 3 years. It was the longest three years of her life. She thought she had married a loving and caring man. But alas she inadvertently plunged herself into a dungeon. A dark, musty, dungeon. She had endured enough and couldn’t keep up it any longer. As she looked blankly into space she wondered how her husband became the monster. Had she been blind to his monstrous side. How could she not have seen how phony he was until it was too late. The battle for her life was fought. It was an ardours task. As Mohammed was bent on taking her life she was determined to live. As he raised the knife to stab her in the chest. She dodged and managed to wrestle the knife away and in the struggle that ensued she stabbed her husband. She looked at her husband lifeless on the bed. She looked at her hand. It was bloody. She shivered and wondered how it came to this. Here is her story Fatima tells us about living with an abusive partner.
In life we always believe that we can’t run away bad situations but we always need to make the best out of it though it’s choking us. Fatima Abubakar a beautiful young woman was with her parents. She was in secondary school when her father decided that she was ripe for marriage at the age 18. Mohammed Isah was the husband her father chose for. He was older than her and already had 3 wives prior to herself. She couldn’t flaunt Alhaji’s will and like a sheep going to the slaughter she agreed. This was the beginning of her ordeal. Alhaji Yusuf never asked about his friend’s previous wives. He was satisfied with the fact that he was a wealthy man. That was all that should matter. She left Kastina for Borno where her husband resides after the marriage. She was initially treated like a queen. In the house she wasn’t allowed to do anything. Her husband said he wanted her not to stress herself as she was to look after the children when they began to have them. Feeling cherished she was comfortable with the arrangement. The servants in the house were always looking at her with sad pale faces. No one talked about his previous wives. It was a taboo in the house. As time went by Isah’s attitude began to change he was hostile and cold. The servants began to withdraw one by one. Until there was no one left. Isah was a bitter and angry man. He would shout at her for no just cause. She began to see sides of him that were darker than night. Six months into the marriage the beatings began. He would beat her at the slightest provocation. She began to wonder what brought about this extreme change. Questions! Questions!! Questions!!!
What to do? How can she survive in this environment? She called her mother. ” Hello mama” Fatima greeted her mother. ” How are you Fatima?” She asked ” I am not fine” was her prompt response. Her mother was perplexed by her daughter’s response. What could be the problem she wondered. Fatima related her ordeal to her mother who was shocked by the report she was receiving. Mohammed was adjudged to be a very responsible man. That was why she agreed to the marriage. She promised to tell her father about it. Fatima ended the call as she heard footsteps. Laying still as a statue in bed, she heard as the door to the bedroom opened and her husband entered the room. He walked over to her side of the bed and she held her breath. Convinced that she was asleep he crept back out of the room.
What could be the reason for his sudden and abrupt departure? What had she done this time around she wondered to herself. Shortly after he returned and climbed into bed. Where could he have been to? What fate awaited her? Will she survive through the night? All these questions were running through her mind. She hardly slept all through the night. Constantly tense and alert against any eventuality. Mohammed slept soundly beside her with no worries. She was strung tighter than a string. At the crack of dawn, she was awake. She stood up from the bed and tiptoed outside. She was living like a theif in her own house.
Mohammed woke up and he was happy with himself. He was confident that he would never be discovered. His three previous disappeared under mysterious circumstances. No one knows their whereabouts. They were held hostage against their will. Once they reported him to their parents, he cut off all communication and threatened to kill them if they so much as told anyone that he was abusive. The women were in a soundproof room. No matter how much they screamed no one heard them. He went to check on them as Fatima slept soon she would join the rank of his previous wives then she cycle would begin again. He was enjoying himself. As he turned he discovered that Fatima was already up. How come she was fast asleep not to long ago. She is going to be difficult to tame and subdue. But he would have the upper hand.
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