Lost in disguise
17 year old , girl, Pakistani, college student.
am 17 year old, fighting through suicidal thoughts all the time. I have planned many suicide attempts since childhood but was never that serious and committed on doing it. Some days ago , I really gave up , wrote goodbye letters to my closest ones, offered salat ul taubah, cried to Allah that even if you put me in hell I know you won’t harm me with something I didn’t deserved. Then I randomly opened Quran,and started crying heading down on a page, it was soaked in my tears so I thought to ponder on those words I wept on. It was about that do not kill yourselves….
I know it’s a gravest sin , I don’t want to fight or even raise a question against Allah’s command , but am confused, I read an article that there is a chance ( hope ) that Allah might forgive a person who committed suicide. I really don’t have any courage or reason left to live.I was born into a very modern Muslim family, due to my grandfather’s last wish my parents decided to put me in an Islamic institute for hifz. I am the first one in my family to memorize the holy Quran. Though it took away alot from me. I was 7 year old, a pure innocent child when horrors enfold. My school’s Quran teachers husband used to come home to tutor me. I was a very obedient and always first in class kind of child and being the favorite one of my female Quran’s teacher,took away my chastity.I remember the first day her husband came over to teach me , it was clear lust in his eyes he looked at me with . Being a child I didn’t interpreted it back then now I do when those eyes haunt me in my memories. There used to be a large wooden center table in that room on which me and my brother used to learn Quran. He the Qur’an teacher molested me from under that table, it was something awkward strange and uncomfortable to me. I wish I knew what it was but till I got mature enough it was too late. Those wrong touches , that smile on his face , torning my innocence all increased day by day. Its in past but it feels like it would never leave me alone. My elder brother used to be there but he never interrupted , I don’t know he was a fool or his team. Whenever I asked him to stop , he used to punish me and threaten me that he would complain to his wife ( my school teacher). I had an idea it’s something shameful and wrong by his constant threats that if I ever complain anyone , it would ruin my life. I hesitated to tell my parents as I was never close to them about the real me since they demanded perfection in every sphere of life. Secondly and the fear that led me to suffer was that if I ever complain to anyone about the torture am facing what if they don’t let me complete my hifz. After some years one day, one day there was no one at home and my brother went away to take a bath so , I got raped by my Quran teacher…all I remember is I had wrapped Quran firmly against my chest and I sobbed with pain and discomfort. I begged him to stop, I pushed him away with all energy I had but failed. I lost in disguise, I lost my purity,my dignity before I knew what it was and how in a girl’s life nothing is precious more then her chastity. It all ended in 5 years after I completed my hifz. I can’t forgive myself now as it would have stopped if I told someone. I tried a million times to complain to his wife ( my school’s Quran teacher, who taught me Quran so beautifully and with so much love). I respect her more then my mother, but I feel I cheated her. I wanted to tell her so badly of the torture her husband put me into but words always failed me seeing her happy in her life , seeing her daughter so proud of her fathers name. I thought how could I take that away. I feel like a culprit, as I believe I cheated her, the one whom I love and consider at my mother’s place , I fear when she finds out on the day of judgement how would I face her. Her husband always used to threaten me that if she would find out , he would blame me for everything as he was tempted looking at me , and she would hate me. I can’t stand that thought, the more I think of it , the more I hate myself.I don’t know the exact time , but during those years I was memorizing Quran, my own elder brother raped me too. It happened before I knew the meaning of Zina or s*x. We were alone at home , he asked me that I would have to play a game with him , and if I refuse him , he would complain to parents about my behavior and studies. The game he played with me was forcing me to watch porn with him and then act out what we watched. It was terrible and the most haunting experience of my life. Which torn apart all my trust, worth and self respect. It was the first time I watched porn and got to know that these awful things are normal in world. That was the same day my brother introduced me to the theory of how children are born. Till then all I knew was that Allah sends children from heaven and they are attached to trees from where parents take them . I was at pain and disturbed. After that my brother repeated his acts 2 or 3 times and never again. Though the way he looks at me , the way he acts maybe is Normal to him but is not to me anymore. He harasses me sometimes but he makes it look like a normal siblings stuff. When I ask him to stay at distance he says it’s his right and I was born a toy for him and only for his pleasure. I no longer have any self esteem , I feel like garbage, worthless and impure.I don’t find any meaning in my existence, I feel like I have had enough of this wreckage so called life and the soon it’s over, the sooner I would find peace. the story of my failings and loss doesn’t end here , I proved it to myself that am my own worst enemy. As time passed and I got mature, my past ruined me . I got addicted to habits like masturbation , self harm , self blame and porn. I got into filthy literature and discovered about BDSM. All I craved was humiliation and pain as these were only coping mechanisms I knew. To take revenge on myself, on my helplessness in past, i chosed a very wrong path. I got into an online BDSM relationship where i sent a stranger my nudes , obeyed his dirty, disgusting orders to get insults, pain and humiliation in return. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but i feel alive in that kind of pain and torture. though am tired of the disgust am filled with but it seems impossible to heal and grow out of it. I Left that relationship within few months , sincerely repented too but what if Allah won’t forgive me for I did such a heinous sin by will. I can’t move on neither can i forgive myself. Am afraid to live , everything scares me , am scared of myself, of the temptations. I know Allah forgives and heals but have lost it all. How do i continue my life? I have no one who can help me. I self harm , I cut myself and seeing my own blood pooling out comforts me. I deserve all the pain but I want to move out of it too. I don’t have any energy left for life what do I do?
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