April 12, 2007
In This Day & Age
Once upon a time (a year ago) a timid little 20 year old girl(lets call her sebeecha) got married to a guy (lets call him
They got married, she moved into their little love shack in his parents home, and soon saw him in his true colors. From the second day he started beating her for no reason at all. He would come home, she would be watching TV in the living room, he would walk in, beat her till she fell unconscious, then kick her till she regained consciousness and demand lunch.
And so it continued. There were good days when he was loving caring and attentive, but sebeecha lived in fear. She stopped visiting her family afraid they would notice her bruises and her shame, afraid they would start asking questions, it was her fault, of course it was.
7 months into her marriage
Her parents were mortified to say the least, how could this be happening to our daughter and we didn't know anything about it. Sbeechas father fell into a state of utter depression and guilt, and was determined to end his daughters misery.
Once sebeecha was well enough to go home, marzoog insisted she comes back with him where she belongs, but her father would hear non of it. He took his daughter back with him and demanded
Three months later sbeechas health drastically improved, her bones were healing fine, and she would be getting a nose job soon.
Now i don't know what happened in between this event and whats about to happen next, but maybe sebeecha took a harder blow to the head than we thought, cause one day in the middle of the night sebeecha ran away from her fathers home and went back to
Her father was devastated, how could she do that? When her parents called to ask her why she ran away, her answer was simple, i don't what to be divorced
her mom tried to make sense of it: you mean you love him?
sebeecha: no mom, i don't love him, i hate his guts, but i don't want to be labeled as a divorced woman, i don't want people to look at me like I'm a failure
I am speechless, i cannot make sense of the situation, she would rather live in fear for her life, get beat up and humiliated so she would not be labeled!
Sebeechas father dosent speak to her anymore, and when her husband beats her, he says its like daggers stabbing him but there is nothing he can do about it.
To think in this day and age, some people still value image over happiness