For the first time in my life, I pitied myself, I did not take pity on myself when my parrot died, I did not pity myself when my doll was broken, I did not pity myself when my baba left this world, leaving me and my family at the hands of vultures.
I cursed my existence, I cursed the moment he laid his eyes on me and thought to make me his bride.
I abhorred Daniyal from the depths of my heart. He did not mean anything to me. He was a nobody to me despite the fact that I was his wife now, lawfully wedded wife.
At that moment, I had my eyes trained on those scattered pieces of the vase, my brain set, and the only thought rotating in my mind was to kill myself. I despised him so much that I was really thinking of taking my life, that is not even mine, but my Allah's. I was thinking to h
