POEM: The Day I Will Never Forget (By Fouzia; Adapted from film)

It was on a Sunday night,

When my mum called me,

And she said “my daughter, come”

In a low voice…

I went quietly,

Suddenly my mum said,

And my daughter, tomorrow is your D-day

I was shocked to hear that,

But I was not expected to say anything…

In the morning, I was dragged and pinned on the ground,

When three women sat and crucified me,

I cried until I had no voice,

The only thing I said was, ‘mum where are you?”

The only answer I got was,

“Quiet, quiet gal”,

The pain that I experienced,

Was one I had never experienced,

It’s one that I’d never forget for the rest of my life,

And I would never wish on my friend,

That night I had a sleepless night,

I dreamt,

I could see an old lady with many blades,

Doing it again and again and again,

I screamed,

And my mum came running to check on me,

I asked her,

Is this what I really deserve?

I’m asking all of you,

Is this what I really deserve?