received. Despite reporting all of the above to my lawyers and the police in Egypt; nothing was done. The law was for the most count on his side.

I remained broken, in pieces at times. I struggled to get dressed. To look after myself. To feed myself. Often, I wouldn’t brush my hair let alone take a shower. I was broken and a former ghost of myself.

I would wake up screaming in agony if I was able to sleep. I could hear his voice threatening to kill me; I knew he meant it.

Friends abandoned me when they got the chance. Some distanced themselves. Some just went silent, and others stood by me not knowing how I kept going forward.

Eventually after a long plight and ordeal I was granted the right to be divorced from him, but he didn’t