You were, My trust, my belief, my devotion. Each day I lived, I lived for you, On your terms I carried your child in my womb Not once I had done it twice. I thought we could do it, I thought we were ‘family’ I thought by entering my body You entered my soul. I thought it was love… And then One day, when they told me You were enraged on something I didn’t even do And That you would kill me I said, “no matter what, he can not kill me”. I trusted you, ENOUGH! That night You came to me With that look in your eyes and I said to myself I was right and they were wrong You loved me, you wanted me… I had let you in With warmth in my heart I entrusted my body, my dignity, my trust, To you, like always and yet again… You had loved my hair…long and in the braid or So you said, often. You encircled my neck with what you said, you loved. Aaah, the object of your love became executed my life. But O my murderer, my trust, my belief, my devotion You did not murder me It was My trust that bleed to death My love breathed its last And those two lives I had carried in my womb, once…withered, forever! To honour the lives of those who died in the name of Honour (dis), For Fouzia—Her true story soaked in her own blood!