Journey Through Her Soul
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Last published Mon, Sep 3, 2018
"I was homeless, without any parents and only a mere child- but my ill fate had not run low.
2 years after everything fell to pieces...
The neighbours who graciously took me and Deena under their wings had fed, clothed and loved us.
That's why I never dared to spill the secrets which happened in the dark.
2 days...
5 months...
3 years...
6 years painfully crawled by and every night without fail he would sneak into my room and force me to do things.
He warned me that Deena would suffer the same fate if I did not do as he said.
Mr Houmam knew.
He knew of the tragic tale that I would endure night after night and yet he did nothing.
Mrs Houmam probably suffered the same way.
I could see it in her eyes.
Her eyes never glowed like mama's; instead it was dim and misty; full of night time secrets - like mine."
"This is the journey through my soul."
[When Dhaliyah finally escapes from a war torn Palestine as a refugee; she meets a gentle soul - Khalid Jabbar and an unlikely ally - Jake Lawson, in the bustling city of lights and love: London].
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