School wasnt much better. I was bullied. I had no one to sit with. At breaks i use to go all alone and sit in the library. I lost 5kg that way. I went to a mixed school so it was very awkward for me. The girls use to bully me. Call me names like terrorist, slut, evil, coward, disgrace to humanity and the boys use to push me, shove me and even tried to rape me. I got torture at home and school. I was safe nowhere. The only safe haven for me was my imagination. This kept me going.
When i got starved i imagined eating a burger.
When i got beaten i imagined a husband who would treat me with respect.
As you can see my life wasnt all hugs and kisses and fairys wishes.
I lived a life of pain and anger. The teachers werent even better. I got thrown in detention evrytime i tried to fight back against the bullying. According to them it was my fault. I was prevoking them. Why?
Because i wore a hijab. Now it was my fault.
But when girls wear short skirts, tight tops and see through blouses and then they get raped it is not there fault. But because i wear hijab it is always my fault.
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A muslimahs tears
SpiritualYasmin was your average girl with a secret. She lived in a nice house in a nice suburb but the thing no one knows is how her parents treat her. It starts with words and then abuse. Follow the tale of yasmine and how her life unfolds. (Not based on a...
