After early sexual abuse at the hands of a family member, I found refuge in a devout Muslim who showed me the ways of Islam. Life was good until I had to kill to protect him. Then life as I knew it was never the same. After incarceration, I left England and all it’s bad memories with my husband still behind bars, for Dubai; hoping for a better life. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be, so I headed back to London. Where, soon after, I struggled with the death of my daughter and mum. My son’s gang activity, suicidal thoughts and much much more. I thought Allah was punishing me for my sins, but Allah only gives us what we can handle and I’m still here, serving as a reminder to all those who want to give up, DON’T! We never know what tomorrow will bring!