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Words Cut Deeper Than Blades or Razors
“You are as useless as your mother,” whispered Priscilla, through halting sobs, as she recounted the conversation she had with her father just minutes before. We were camped out at her void deck after I received a call from her that night. Her father flew into a rage, cursing and swearing, breaking the living room television in the process.
She was visibly shaken – her eyes dar
The Bruises You Can’t See
Papa always come home drunk. He told us his business is going down. We may have to sell the house, he said. That got Mom upset. Mom asked Papa where we are going to live. Papa would keep quiet. I know that he had no answer. He would just stay in his room. Then, he would yell for Mom. Moments later, the door would slam. I could hear Papa beating up Mom. I felt helpless. I would stay in my room a
The Sinner
I don’t understand how some people could live a double life. I mean, I am referring to my father, a local imam in a mosque. Everyone looks up to him. He would preach in the neighbourhood mosque, lead prayers and sought after by the makciks (aunties) and pakciks (uncles) to give religious advice. Hah, what a hypocrite! I know because I’m his own son. And I had never felt so much anger in me
My Body Cannot Be Violated… Even In Marriage
“Darling,” he whispered in my ears. My eyes were half opened. I wasn’t sure of the time, but it was probably past midnight. He had just returned home. I was certainly not in the mood for sex. I had fallen asleep and he woke me up. I pulled the blanket and went back to sleep. But soon, I felt a big jolt. He was already naked and on top of me.
“Dear, I’m tired…” I tried pushi
I Deserve My Own Happiness
I finally found the courage to leave him. But it was not an easy decision. I struggled with my own self-worth. I had doubts about myself. Am I to be blamed? Am I not good enough for him? Did I make a terrible a terrible mum to his children?
I gave birth to Terra two years into the marriage. We were excited about our first child in the family. James – my ex-husband – dotted on her. We
The Monster In Our House
Adik (me) hates him. Ayah (father) was never kind to Mak (mother). He would shout at her. Sometimes, he would push her down and kick her. Adik tried to stop Ayah but he was too strong. He would push Adik away and tell Adik, “Go to your room! If not, I will hit you with a belt.”
When Ayah turned into a monster, nobody will dare to come near him. There was a time when Kakak (elder sist