I moved back into the millionaire’s house
No job no money, right
After the honeymoon period the abuse recurred
Abusers never change
The millionaire beat my son using a plastic chair until the chair broke
There was much undermining of my authority as a mother (like before)
I was beaten up by the millionaire’s abusive son
I lodged another police report
MMU settled with me, so I had cash with me
What did I do with the cash?
I left that “hell house of abuse” with my children
I can only afford a shack with cemented floor
From marbled floor to cemented floor
From RM2 million bungalow to RM30,000 shack
My daughter could not take it
Living with an impoverished abused loser called mom
She took a brick and aimed at me
I called out Allah’s name and she dropped the brick
My son took a knife and wanted to kill me
He pulled down the bookshelf behind me
The bookshelf nearly hit me but Allah helped me
Allah saved me
That was not the end of our suffering
I fell sick during Ramadhan
I refused to go to the hospital
I lost hope
I did not care anymore
There was another abused woman who cried when she saw me dying
“Ampunkanlah dosa aku, pi lah hospital.Janganlah macam ni”
She cried so hard which made me think “She cared about me more than I care about myself”
An abusive woman looked at me and cried
She said to me “Your children need you”
I said to her “You don’t love me” and I turned my head away
I was getting weaker, my son called his uncle and said “Mommy is dying”
I agreed to go to the hospital because the abused woman kept on crying, begging me to go to the hospital
When I was at the hospital, I heard my son said that he wanted to go and pray so that Allah would prolong my life
I started thinking while in the ICU, What if I die now? I can no longer raise my children, I can no longer see them grow. I regret dying now as I can no longer take care of them.
Allah made me live, Allah gave me the second chance to raise my children
So long that I am alive I will make sure that they do not lose hope
I will make sure that they love Allah the way I love Allah
Their abused mother
Who defended them despite much suffering
Alhamdulillah Syukur Kepada Allah Subhana Wa Taala
This is not a tragedy
This is a story of a strong woman who relied on Allah while facing much adversity
Yes I lost hope but Allah gave me a second chance
I am the phoenix that rose from the ashes
You (Abdul Samat Musa, Muhammad Muda, Abdul Shukur Husin) cannot destroy me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
