My nickname is Camolova
I want to share my story
I’m not really a good writer and English is not my mother tongue.
I never had a wonderful childhood. I have been used by my dad, they never considered me as their daughter. All I remember is my mom shouting at me all the time just because I didn’t clean the kitchen or I’m talking to my friend. It was common because we belong to eastern countries. I’m not saying we don’t have rights as women but it’s what we know it and it’s kind of we just have to bear it.
I never lived with mom until I become 15 years after all my sister got sick of me. Well I know you guys are wondering how my sister is living alone, well no they all married, good for them.
I really can’t say how I survived to live with my family.
By age of 17 I got married with a man my father age and then I moved to live in Pakistan with him after six months of our marriage. Yeah it was too much to handle for me, like away from everyone. One thing I’m sure of, if my family cares about me they’d never send me away. I survive by living in Pakistan. My passport has expired, and my family never care as usual, and that day comes when my husband just throws me in middle of the road. For one year I worked as call girl just to get a Pakistani passport, that can take me back to my home. You know what’s the funny part in all of this, I stuck there for 5 years just to earn money to make new passport and new ID that helps to travel back.
I am now 27, before two years I move back to my home and now I’m living with my sister and still the situation is the same. It was not either my mom or anyone else. I’m still begging to them to fix my old passport because I’m on a visiting visa in my own country, how funny is that huh. I feel my life is just that I can’t stop the sorrow, I tried so many times to suicide, but I think its doesn’t help.
MY ENGLISH IS SO BAD I KNOW BUT I JUST WANT TO SAY
STRANGERS NEVER HURT YOU BUT YOUR CLOSEST ONES THEY DO MORE.