At the wedding date original one from my side my friends or family she made sure of that. It was all just for trampy little friends and they were there doing Coke and heroin and weed. Not something you'd wanna do in front of a Muslim E mom but she did her anyway and she allowed it. I thought i was going to hell for letting this happen. Thank God we were just at a party hall. Because what I found asked rocked my world completely to the point where I was saddened I found Lisa making love to a younger woman non-Muslim in the bathroom as if they were carrying on as if they were just still dating I knew it was her ex. Why the fuck would she bring her ex. Then all of a sudden I felt a bump on my head and a few beatings of my ribs and breaking up my ribs and other bones in my body I was out cold do you know where I was. Three months later I found myself in the hospital waking up from a coma. I had ever learn how to walk again and learn how to use my hands other than the middle finger because I was pissed off. I spent most of the time in the hospital crying from actual chest painThey said it was actually called broken heart syndrome when someone does something so devastating to you or dies. But this is more than just a broken heart this was broken trust as during my, I was having nightmares of my meetings at the party hall and seeing her fuck her ex while I was being tortured. I literally woke up crying as if a kid from a bad nightmare wanted to watch cartoons all day. The doctors are asking me did I know where I was and I said the Ottawa general he said that was right that I have no cognitive problems but I have suffered a concussion and some brain damage a Traumatic brain injury, And other horrific wounds like torture wounds. I kept crying and crying is your boy did this have to happen to me. I was in shock when I got the diagnosis that I had C PTSD which is a more severe form of PTSD because of the beating and seeing her fuck her ex. As I got out of the hospital on his discharge I said I was going to go and seek revenge for what happened to me and declared a fatawa against her filthy ass. I didn't know how I was going to go about this when I got my stuff out of her shitty apartment I decided I was going to put a restraining order on her I tried everything to get revenge the legal way through the judicial system I want you to still system did not side with me I decided to take matters in my own hands. One of the things that I took out of the crappy apartment was my computer my laptop there I was going to learn things that I thought I want to learn and one against my beliefs as a Muslim. But I had to learn some skills in order to get revenge for what happened to me. My parents never knew about what happened to me as they were in nursing homes and they were never informed of my near death experience. Every time I thought my parents I cried or saw them in my mind I cried.

I had to get revenge for them to because it would so I'm Nam know that their daughter was attacked so brutally on our wedding day. Then I got a visitor at my apartment and a unwanted visitor Exof my ex,

She was asking if she could be friends with me as if this was fucking Facebook I told her I was gonna slap her with a restraining order or I was going to kill her

The little slut just keep laughing I stocked her in the face and told her not to laugh at people who have been tortured numerous times and not to laugh at me trail as that is against allahs wishes. She said fight me you stinkin sandbitch and I said OK I'll bring it on and I crammed her head into the wall. I said if she ever came back I was going to do worse to her spine. And I told her to relay the message to Lisa. I knew I was going to go to prison for the threats and finally killing this bitch but I had to do what I had to do I had a friend in high school named tish Who always said a girls gotta do what a girl's gotta do, If that man in prison then so be it. But I was damned and determined to get my revenge this became my obsession.