Go away Evil..

24th September 2006 marked the start of Ramadan for all Muslims worldwide. I consider this as a start of self cleansing and healing from last year’s Hell on Earth and I pray to GOD to protect me from it ever occurring again. Although the journey through the whole of 2006 till present day made me realize all the things I thought I had lost, myself for once and my familiar surroundings - family and friends that I truly love and care about and that I had them all this while but were in a state of silence support.

They tried to reach out to me last year but I was bound mentally and physically to an ‘Evil Force’ that had his clutches on my life and soul, no matter how hard I tried to break free I just couldn’t. A Demon in the form of a human being that ate his way into my life by offering sweets just like in the story Hansel and Gretel. This Demon was feeding on my life force making me weaker by the day which gave him more power to control me. I became a zombie that waited for instructions to continue with MY LIFE. The things that made me happy no longer existed as it was ripped away from me and instead were replaced by tears of sorrow. Even tears were something that angered him and later purposeful mishaps befell me day in day out, trapped I was in my own home the place i no longer felt safe in, defenceless and defeated by this beast. Though my only solitude was when I was in college surrounded by friends for a few hours daily and even so, I couldn’t pour my heart out to them fearing the Demon may find out. The daily beatings truly robbed all my belief and the Demon was able to convince me that this was my fate that it was what GOD had wanted of me. He assured me that GOD would never pair a good soul with a bad one and there I was believing his every word that I was in fact with an Evil Soul. Looking in the mirror, I couldn’t realise the reflection anymore...no glow was in that face, a smile with pain behind them, swollen eyes due to crying and skin as pale as the dead. I prayed that GOD have mercy on me and save me from torture. I couldn’t take it anymore but it became a daily routine having him scorn me with words out of the Satanic Dictionary and my body became his punching bag. I cried for help, but no one could come to my rescue as my voice too he took away. My freedom of speech, I no longer had control of.

Further away from friends and family I felt I was dying till eventually I was able to get out as containing me indoors would jeopardise his wicked plans to fully consume me as his slave. Coming home with a broken spirit and having lost all self worth, I would talk to the wall and cry. My room was my solitude, the only place I felt safe. Hallucinating occasionally, my family sensed something was not right until I was sent to a Holy Man that diagnosed me as deeply sick and under control of an Evil Force.

Few weeks went by and I could hear myself laugh again. In the mirror I saw a bright cheerful person with glowing eyes that I never thought I’d see again. My soul had been restored and I was free from his clutches. Now I am fully myself and stronger.

No matter what, I am still on alert as the Demon may resurface. I PRAY TO GOD THAT HE KILL THIS DEMON and punish him with a taste of his own medicine and put him away where he can never hurt others.….Amin.