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u lot think lyf is hard, try coping with a mother who got burnt fully head 2 toe on the second year of her marriage.
had me 8 years l8.
so from when i was barely able 2 walk i watch violence and the insanity of this sick women who went around beating her kids.
but it getz betta
so here i am 11 years old
bryt eyed and bushy tailed
excited that i'm gonna start the fucked up tym which we called puberty wid me mates.
but no i woz the fucking lab rat. u c mum failed with her first 3 kids.
(by da way we muslim and my mum is extreme)
u no they were normol, the wanted 2 hang out wid their m8z
go out, do da norm. but it aint lyk dat when u a pakistani muslim gal. no way!
so i woz the rat, she sent me off 2 an islamic boarding skool.
man dat woz expensive, and 4 one year i cried and moaned, dat i wanted 2 cum home, but mum werent having it. no. so i stay there. and u no i get really into. man i'd die if i left my skool. really coz my m8 understand me.
u probaly thinkin dat wots so bad bout dat. but i'm a good gal, yeah i pray my 5 daily prayer, dawn, noon. afternoon, evening, and nyt.
i do 4 for my own sake, and i wear the full muslim suit, u no cover hair and body except face and hands.
i dnt listen 2 muslic.
and u neva believe it my mum still calls me slag and tells me i'm a failure. when it comes to mental abuse, my mumz got hole in one.
but dnt think bad of muslims, or pakistanis.
they good ppl
itz jus her.
the bitch
"There is a thin line between bravery and stupidity"
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I wish I could do that sometimes...
