Maryam was born a beautiful, innocent child, like other young children. She did not know what awaited her in this hateful world. Five days after her birth, her father left the world. The support and security were gone. The little girl, who did not understand anything, did not realize that what was coming was a lifetime of oppression and injustice. After the father died, her mother and the family carried a heavy burden. They considered it a bad omen for them.
And when the pain began, she became a criminal in her mother’s eyes, and she was the reason. She was a girl of bad luck and misfortune who did not protect her and embrace her and provide her with a warm embrace and safety. Haya became the greatest danger to her daughter, who was helpless, as if she had killed her father, and death was in her own hands, and she had come to the hateful world to hold her accountable for a crime that Mary had not committed. And when she went to school like other children.
She was not like them at all. She was like a dirty homeless woman, as if she was not their daughter, but from the street. She spent her life cursing, cursing, and cursing her worthless. If Mary had died that day, they would not have grieved, nor shed a single tear, but to the irony of life, she did not die. Rather, the girl lived, grew up, and grew up in the midst of injustice, oppression, and hatred.
She was like a flower growing in an environment that rejected her. She rarely smiled, and why would she smile? And to those who told me, does she have the right to smile??
No, you have no right, Mary. Be sad, scream, do everything, but alone, you are the misfortune of us.
After all this, she turned sixteen years old. In misery, a man proposed to her to marry her, and her family married her off, hoping that they would be relieved of her misfortune. She felt happy, hoping that she would be relieved, and her painful reality would change.
Her family considered her marriage an opportunity to get rid of the bad luck, so they agreed because they hated her and she agreed to stay away from them, but the unlucky person will always remain unlucky and unlucky, and the moment of misfortune will not change, until he dies. Unfortunately, the girl got married and did not even have a marriage worthy of the poorest girl, but rather as if she were a sheep sold to be slaughtered. The groom’s family saw what happened, so we move on. With her, her affliction and pain, she moved from her family’s house to her husband’s house. She became her aunt and she was her husband’s mother. She treated her with all arrogance and coercion and said to her things that were not appropriate for a slave owned by a wife at a low price. She had no respect or value and had no family to support her.
So her husband decided to travel to Tunisia or Algeria, God I do not know, but the husband traveled to work in neither of the two countries, and she was carrying a fetus in her womb, and he left her with his mother. Then he returned, and he did not succeed in his work, so Mary was the cause of the misfortune and his failure in his work, and his return to Morocco brought with it the tails of disappointment. Days passed until she gave birth. Her child was born after pain, anxiety, sadness, and grief. The husband had a husband who had regret, heartbreak, and grief. He did not respect her, constantly taunted her, and called her bad and bad. Glory be to God. I do not know why this world is cruel. She was struck by an affliction that I do not know how to explain. She was either possessed by a demon or she lost what was left of her mind, because of... Whatever hardships befell her with those bitter snakes, she did not see a happy day. A brother did not embrace her, a sister did not caress her, and her mother was not a mother to hear her complaints. Even just once, she was born a human being and lived as a humiliated slave in her family’s house. No one wiped away her tears, no one made her feel bad, and luck did not play with her even for a little. Why doesn't she lose her mind, tell me?
Why don't you ask for death? No one knows whether Maryam went crazy or was possessed by a demon, whether she cried a lot while she was alone in the open, or whether she lost her humanity. What is the difference to her? It is nothing. Do you believe that she has not bathed in three years? Do you believe that her face became terrifying from lack of cleanliness and bathing, and she was a moon? And Badr in Ala. Can you imagine her husband sleeping in the same house with her and no one taking care of her except her young child?
He puts small bites in her mouth to feed her and give her water. She is trapped and exiled in her husband’s family’s house, as if she does not exist. No one asks about her, and her family does not even think to contact her, even by phone. One of her friends from Morocco tried to help her and spoke to her father to help her childhood friend by finding someone to promote her so that she might come back to her senses. And her nature, or a doctor who would treat her so that she would be cured if her illness was an illness. Her friend tried to help her, so she spoke to the husband
The husband refused, saying sarcastically, “I have no money,” and he wanted her to die so that he could be relieved of her and her worries.
I ask you to pray for her, the honorable Lord of the House, and ask God for mercy for her, as Mary does not deserve what is happening to her
I began to be ashamed of our humanity. I began to lose confidence in our humanity. What morals do they have? What kind of human beings do they have? Are they not ashamed? God suffices me, and He is the best disposer of affairs. Sorry for taking so long, sister, but I am sad for my childhood friend and what happened to her. The girl is now afflicted with a mental illness, possessed by satanic possession, and exiled by her family and all people. Please pray for her recovery and the relief of her uncle R. May God relieve your concerns and ease your affairs and bring happiness to your hearts. Perhaps a sincere prayer from a pious person will be the reason for Mary’s recovery. Remember her in your prayers. Remember her while you are close to God. Remember Mary who was exiled, for God’s sake, and do not be stingy in your prayers.