Echos of my cries still linger deep inside.
A reflection of a small child greets me every night as i stare into the mirrors of my own life.
Bruises may have healed but the wounds that scar my heart always seem to bleed.
His hands that once protected me and loved me; now strangled me and punched me.
His words that used to make me feel safe and loved; now belittled me and put me down.
As my mother watched and screamed for him to stop, i only felt numb and dead inside.
No more laughing, playing with my toys, not even friends to help me escape.
I would hide under the bed, in my cupboard even behind my mother.
Anywhere where he could not find me.
Because he always did.
Screaming, i would wake up and realise i was still in a living hell.
A place where all my demons came out to taunt me and push me around in my own house!
Memories that still live in my heart as clear as today.”
But then what could she change, she was only a child?
Now her mother has passed and with it a part of her heart.
Illnesses and old age can be anyones visitors.
But some of the pain and heartache caused by our own loved ones is something that shouldn’t be left neglected.
It is that unseen disease that unfolds itself into our homes and society.
The abuse and neglect the children endure can lead them astray and unloved: like an open prey.
The Prophet (salAllahu alayhi wa Sallam) said, “He who does not show mercy (towards his children), no mercy would be shown to him” (Al-Bukhari).
Don’t let your children be an orphan of love and warmth.
Don’t let your children be an orphan to abuse and neglect.