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The monster of my reality

Written on Sunday

18/02/2018 at 5:30 pm 

My dad walked in with a glint in his eyes,

Exclaiming, "Iman, we found you the best man."

Only soon did I realize,

I'd married a two-faced Shaytan.

When he was out of the house,

He was all smiles and jokes,

But when it's just us,

He'd turn to my worst nightmares.

He never seemed to pray,

Not even on Friday.

He never seemed to fear,

Even with Al-Qiyamah so near.

He had never respected me at all,

Too many times he'd kick me to watch me fall.

His mom was the only woman he did respect,

Other women in his life he'd only detest.

He bedded so many women and made sure I knew,

And the pang of hurt in my chest was nothing new.

I had learnt to accept his blows like a punching bag,

Learnt not to breath too loudly or at his sight gag.

I'll never forget this one time when he said he wanted me,

I told him I was exhausted as I was 7 months into my pregnancy.

He lashed out and screamed as I begged for mercy,

He kicked me right on my stomach where it had my baby.

Years later, and him I never understood,

I just kept my kids safe from their own dad.

Until this one day when he made his way,

To my eldest child who was far off just to say.

I knew that was going to be it,

As I held the knife tightly to my chest.

I walked swiftly and was right behind him,

When he turned and hit me with a vase so firm.

I fell slowly to the ground bumping my head,

I felt the blood rush out of me as my kids yelled.

I couldn't care though as I was praying to the Lord,

To have mercy on me for every lie I had told.

And take care of my children and have them protected,

To never turn out like the one had them fathered.

And lastly save my monster from his demons,

In this life give him one more chance.

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