This is a true story.

This is not my story but it was told to me.

Life was a battle for Ayesha . Her home her battlefield ,her lover her enemy.

Every single day she was battered ,bruised ,and beaten.Every single evening she was asked forgiveness.Every single day she decided to do something drastic....like walking out .....an overdose of pills...running away .Every single night she decided to give him one more chance.



It was the worst face of violence ever turned towards a woman ,the man she trusted most ,and loved most was the one who hurt her most.She was a person who held a good job .She was a capable and a competent woman.Educated , and apart from that a professional success.

The man she was living with had his own concern.He was a trader.He would come home earlier than she would and then sit an brood....Where is she ?what is she doing? who is she with?

By the time she would put her key in the lock ,he would have driven himself to a frenzy.

She would be the recipient of the worst kind of emotional abuse...She preferred to stay quiet.

The quieter she was ,the more abusive he would be.



He would monitor all her calls.He would ask questions that would turn her life inside out.

The worst were the weekends.He would begin with an apparently innocent question and at her answers ,beat her black and blue.And instead of life getting simpler and falling into a livable or bearable pattern ,her life fell into a pattern of violence ,degradation and sheer stark desperation.She had chosen this man against the wishes of her family , her friends ,they were all now alienated from her .None visited ,none called .Earlier she had shunned them all ,and now they shunned her.He drove all good things away .He drove all good feelings away.He drove all good people away.Alone ,battered ,emotionally and physically,Ayesha lay in a stupor.

The worst of the beating sessions had been interrupted by her losing consciousness and by the ringing of the doorbell.The maid had rung the bell .The maid called the doctor ,she knew the number by heart by now.she also knew that it would again be something innocuous as slipping in the bathroom or falling down the stairs that the doctor would be told and believe....

This time she had to be taken to the clinic...
She lay on the bed numb with pain , numb with rage.
This will stop ,she promised herself...she promised her unborn child too.She had just been told that she was pregnant.She would not bring up a child in the hell that she lived in.
Moving like quicksilver,she asked for the doctor,to sign her discharge slip.
Her child will be born in a home ,that would be safe... will be brought up by the single parent....
a divorced career woman ,who would love her and cherish her...she swore to herself .