Comrades, isn’t it as clear as spring water? All pains of our lives come from man, and what if this person is the *husband*, whom I sought like all girls, to reap great happiness from. He swept me without my attention into great sadness.
I am (S.A.B.) from Al-Shihr city _ Al-Mahat neighborhood. Whoever is called “my husband” works as a freelancer, as the reality of self-employment there is a lack of independence in it. Every working day is different from the other, not to mention the absence of someone who guarantees their rights as workers who have common rights and duties. As for *unemployment* it has become the title of Yemeni youth, as a result of the ongoing war in Yemen and the difficult living needs.
My husband used to “chewing Qat” during the period of his declaration of *repentance*. He married me – S.A.B. After a month of marriage, “He fell into the old path.” The protected husband went back to using. Hence, the problems began and the failure to provide the requirements of the house, because the drugs need a budget that exceeds his potential capacity. So I noticed the disappearance of some pieces of * gold *, and one time he tried to take * gold * while I was wearing it while I slept. What about kindness and mercy?!
What does the sun want from a flower that grows towards it?
Nothing..!
Exactly, this is love.
So where is it in my house?
What happened made me run to my family, “complain” and say that I was wronged and you wronged me. As a result of my complaint, an apology was made and reconciliation was made, and I thought that things would improve period of repentance, but he did not change. He tried several times to steal my *gold* from me.
So I sought refuge with my family after a dispute and expulsion from my “husband’s” house, which is supposed to be my home and place of my peace. And as it is said, “The pain ends when you put a clear end to the one who causes it, do not look at him foolishly and wait for him to stop.” The conscience here is dead or in a deep slumber, how will they guide it to the right path? So I stayed with my family for about three months.
During this period, my husband did not bother himself to ask for me. and after four months had passed, he sent me a letter informing me that I had been “divorced” from him. My family kept the letter, and I and my family went to court. After the trial, I was divorced from my husband after a marriage that lasted less than a year. I have written on the wall of our house, “I don’t just want to survive, I want to live.”
