"My life was a thread
I was a scissor
All along,
I strung myself.
I tried to weave
I tried to be a carpet,
Beautiful and mesmerising.
I was just never enough.
Never enough.
Not for my mother.
Not for my father.
Not for him.
Oh, my Rasheed.
I had had many before you.
You were the last.
You left your mark.
This blood,
This stained floor,
This smile
It is for you.
All.
Always.
- To the one who finds me
I am not sorry.
You do not own me.
You do not know my story.
You are not me.
You were not shunned.
You have no right to judge me, my life or my choices.
I am free. Independent and happy.
I will choose.
I hope that when you see this note, you will know that all heinous actions committed against Fadiyah Patel Ali was orchestrated by me, Ilham Yousof.
The one everyone will deem my co-conspirator is nothing more than the one I love. He is innocent. He had no knowledge of my actions, apart from the day I was captured. He is smart and intelligent, that is why he could draw conclusions and tell you what had happened in his statement. He lies. He lied to save me, even if he said he does not love me.
Rasheed Afzal is a good man.
Please, forgive him.
Ilham."
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