I was requested to write this entry by this particular person. She is one of my very special friend. Woke up at 3.45am this morning when i received a text message from her. This is what she wrote me." Salam Ellie, don't know to whom should I talk to....I had a fight with my hubby. He hit me badly on my face. After more than 10 times he hit me, I fought back. I managed to punch his face, his throat and kicked his balls. I bit his arm. Please don't call me now. I just wanna let someone know, so if anything worst happen, someone knows about it. I am in my toilet now looking at my battered face."...
We exchanged text messages after that just to make sure she was alright. She stopped sending me text message when she heard he husband came back again. Most women are too afraid to report the domestic violence. Some are afraid to go through the divorce, some stays simply because of their children.
Many asked" Why did it happen?" "What did 'I" do to cause it? Was there any domestic violence prevention that could have been done? "why did he do this ?" Many women asked these same questions. Sometimes there are absolutely NO "logical" reasons why things happen. Sometimes there are logical reasons. But none of them make us physically, emotionally, or mentally feel any better after they happened.
Was this the only time? Well, I would love to tell you it was. But that wouldn't be the truth. And the truth is why we are all here, right? To find the truth and seek our own solutions to get out.Were there red flags? In reflection, "Heck, yes!" To me any man who hits women or even children are simply COWARD. Why chose to hit on the weaker gender..why not choose their own gender?
Just a flashback of what my ex boyfriend used to do to me whenever i wasn't flying during my MAS days:
I can hear it now… the screaming…. the crying… begging him to stop hitting me … He punches me in my face.. kicks me down to the ground.. Im begging for mercy… He leans down “Sssh……Ill kill you” He dares me to scream… He grabs me by my hair… drags me on the floor. Grabs the cigarette, took a few of out the packet , lit them… ((Please Allah, take me now)) and then… The thunder rolls, I snap back to reality and wipe the tears from my eyes…
At one time I was admitted 18 days at Taipei Taiwan General Hospital for internal bleeding due to the kick and punches I received. So to this close friend of mine, stay strong, and i truly understand the feeling of being hit, kick and punch by a man.
This poem was written for a lady who lost her life at the hand of her boyfriend. I would like to dedicate to all the women who suffer domestic violence.
We exchanged text messages after that just to make sure she was alright. She stopped sending me text message when she heard he husband came back again. Most women are too afraid to report the domestic violence. Some are afraid to go through the divorce, some stays simply because of their children.
Many asked" Why did it happen?" "What did 'I" do to cause it? Was there any domestic violence prevention that could have been done? "why did he do this ?" Many women asked these same questions. Sometimes there are absolutely NO "logical" reasons why things happen. Sometimes there are logical reasons. But none of them make us physically, emotionally, or mentally feel any better after they happened.
Was this the only time? Well, I would love to tell you it was. But that wouldn't be the truth. And the truth is why we are all here, right? To find the truth and seek our own solutions to get out.Were there red flags? In reflection, "Heck, yes!" To me any man who hits women or even children are simply COWARD. Why chose to hit on the weaker gender..why not choose their own gender? 
Just a flashback of what my ex boyfriend used to do to me whenever i wasn't flying during my MAS days:
I can hear it now… the screaming…. the crying… begging him to stop hitting me … He punches me in my face.. kicks me down to the ground.. Im begging for mercy… He leans down “Sssh……Ill kill you” He dares me to scream… He grabs me by my hair… drags me on the floor. Grabs the cigarette, took a few of out the packet , lit them… ((Please Allah, take me now)) and then… The thunder rolls, I snap back to reality and wipe the tears from my eyes…
At one time I was admitted 18 days at Taipei Taiwan General Hospital for internal bleeding due to the kick and punches I received. So to this close friend of mine, stay strong, and i truly understand the feeling of being hit, kick and punch by a man.
This poem was written for a lady who lost her life at the hand of her boyfriend. I would like to dedicate to all the women who suffer domestic violence.
As I sit here and cry
With bruised and battered eyes
I wonder what did I do
to make you hit me this time
I cooked your food just the way
you like
And I cleaned the house, there’s not
a speck of dust in sight
May it was my makeup or my hair
Or the choice of clothes I chose to wear
I don’t know maybe its just me
It seems nothing I do makes you happy
I cut off my friends and family to prove my love
But it does not seem to be enough
I continue to believe that things will change
and in your promises to never hit me again
But deep down I know you will never change
So I sit here and continue to cry
As I try to find a way to hide
my bruised and battered eyes
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