I was born in a typical Sindhi family. My mother used to think that a girl was just a liability. I was blessed with a cute little brother. He always supported me. My family used to treat me very badly. They did not want me to study. They just wanted me to learn all the household chores. I was not good at studies too. But I still wanted to study so that I could have a good future. It was really hard to study but trust me; somehow I managed to do so. The atmosphere in our house was not normal. My father used to drink and beat my mother every day. I was just 13 years old at that time.

One day my mother decided to leave him and moved to a new place. When she did this, my father declared in the newspaper that his wife had stolen all the cash from home and had run away with her boyfriend.

Life was really full of pain and it was sad to be a part of a scattered family. My brother and I stayed with my mother in another city for a few months. Then we decided to return home. We had the worst experience when we came back. People used to comment on us. “Yeh toh wahi ladki hai na jiski maa bhaag gai thi!”

My friends stopped talking to me. In fact, everyone stopped talking to us. But one boy in our group of friends used to talk to me. We had never liked each other earlier. But the condition was different now. He pitied me now and I needed someone who would at least talk to me. I was tired of hate. Very soon, we fell in love.

My family got to know about this. So they beat me up. They beat me up every time I made a mistake. I was just 18 at that time. They tried to fix me up with someone I did not know. It was supposed to be an arranged marriage. So, I asked my boyfriend to marry me. He refused saying that he needed more time.

I was shattered by his behaviour. I was not in a condition to marry an unknown person. So when one of my Muslim friends, Ishrar, asked me to marry him, I accepted his proposal. He had always told me that he loved me. So I ran away with him.

Ishrar said he would give me enough time to get ready to enter into a physical relationship with him. He also said that he would let me continue with my studies. It seemed like a golden opportunity. My life was full of s***. So this time I was expecting something good to happen. But life s***s. He forced me into the physical relationship with him on our first night though I was not yet ready. I did not have any option, though life with him was much better. My new name was AADA PARVIN.

After three months, I made a stupid mistake and called my ex-boyfriend. He asked me to meet him at least once. I agreed. That was the worst decision of my life. My husband Ishrar was not aware of all this.

When I went to meet him, he asked me to get inside the car. I was shocked to see my furious parents sitting inside. My parents, my elder brother and my ex-boyfriend beat me up. It was like third degree torture. My younger brother was not there. They cut my hair and said that now I could not boast off my beauty.

I will never forget that night in my entire life. It was the worst night of my life. I was stunned. I somehow managed to contact my husband and we ran away again. The best part was that he accepted me in this condition too.

For the first month, I was not ready to step out of my home because I was bald. We were really happy together. I was the only family to him. We all know that every family has their own share of problems. We all clutch at straws when we are sinking in life.

I had three problems with Ishrar. First, I was tired of our physical relationship. He needed it every day like food. Second, he was not working though we had been married for two years now. I was working from 9 to 8 and it was very hard for me to do so. But still I did it and also satisfied his physical needs. But by now, I was tired of SEX, MY JOB AND ALL THE HOUSEHOLD CHORES. But I did not have any option.

Except for these three problems, I realized that he was really good to me. In fact, he was more than good. But during this phase of my life, I started facing a financial crisis. Sometimes, we did not even have money for food. We even spent a few nights without food.

One day, after my job, I went to an event with one of my friends. I met a Radio Jockey there and my life turned for the better after that. I went to the Radio Jockey to compliment him. But he took me on to the stage to have some fun and from then on I became an anchor and started earning well.

Ishrar was not ready to work even though I had given him several chances to reform himself. So I left him. Now I am a happy independent woman.

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