Tahir, Sarah, Athar, my loves, I miss you and always think about you. Remember, I am not far from you. Physically, yes, but remember, you are parts of my soul; my soul was split when I gave birth to you. Yes meri jaan, you are my soul, closer to me than my breaths. One day, I may lose my breath and this body too, but the bond you and I have will stay as strong as it ever was. Badshah, you can keep our bodies apart but not our hearts and souls. You want to own and rule bodies; you can do this, but keep in mind that I have their hearts and soul. When their pain is unbearable, and the pillow is unable to hold more tears, guess who they think about? They think about me, their mother. I know, it was never enough for your ego and sadistic nature and nobody’s physical or mental pain could ever affect your evil decisions.
Remember in 2002 when you called my father and said, “Come, and get your daughter otherwise I will kick her out.”
Yes they did say, “We are coming.”
After that you threw a yellow large envelope at me and said, “This is what you brought with you from your parents’ home, take it and get out of here.”Your exact words in Urdu were, “YEH TUM APNE BAAP KE GHAR SE LE KER AIE THE, YEH LO AUR YAHAN SE DAFA HO JAO.” When my parents came, you and your sister didn’t say a word, only your followers were there to talk. Now why would I or my parents talk to them? They were outsiders for us. Most importantly I was your wife and conflict was between you and me They had no Idea what was going on behind the walls and how to solve it, They were vocalizing few sentences you put in their mouths. Your brother, Habib didn’t show up, well he was not supposed to show up; he knew that he would get this work done without getting his hands dirty with the help of his bootlickers. He controlled everything over the telephone; you both knew what you were doing, and played very well that “cop bad cop game.”
You only once came to me and said, “don’t try to go close to these kids, if you do, I have men ready to take care of that.” You were pointing towards the attached servant quarter where six to seven men were sitting, some armed with guns. After some time you called Khalid, the driver and asked him to drop me and my parents at the bus station. You DID NOT say once, “stay”. Why would you? When getting rid of me was your aim. You had to get rid of me in order to marry Farukh. I was also told by one of your servants about a sick conversation between you and your sick brother about the green card. Your brother advised you that under no circumstances should I get the Green card. And this is exactly what you did. On my third day in Lahore while I was with my parents, I came to know Sarah was very sick. I called you and your sister Habib Fatima picked up the phone and told me to call in the evening if I wanted to talk to you.
I called that night and said, “I can’t live without my kids.”
You said, “Kids are fine and they don’t need you.”
I said, “I am coming tomorrow.” You said, “No, No, No, you can’t.”
I said,” Nobody can stop me from coming,”
You said, “I’ll see how you’ll come here.”
After that you repeated three times, “I divorce you.” “I divorce you.” “I divorce you.”
You continued, “now I will see how you will come here.”
Here you double crossed me and my kids. This verbal divorce was between you and me, you hid it from people, instead kept telling them that you were trying to compromise with me but I was the one who didn’t want to come and be with kids. This way you were protecting your Peer Image and gaining sympathy as a pious and battered man. Mr. Badshah I have only two words to describe you and those are “pure evil.”
When you were fed up with me you started physically and verbally abusing me by calling me names such as whore etc. meanwhile you had your eyes on Farukh. Badshah you have a very predictable pattern and that is as follows: Whenever you find new women the active women in your life all of a sudden becomes a whore. Before me there was Guriya who also became a whore after pleasing you…., remember Guriya, Fari’s sister and Munawar’s sister in law, they are your mureeds from Gujranwala, they lived in New York and you stayed with them. I will write in detail some other time, but, Good job Peer Saab. The bottom line is, you can’t snatch children from a mother and then blame her for everything going wrong in the world. It is time to grow up. Be a man enough to admit and fix your mistakes. It will save so many lives. These lives are not those of just anybody, those are of, Tahir, Sarah and Athar.
Badshah, because you don’t let the kids talk to me and communicating with them is essential, I don’t give damn about privacy. Since, I don’t have kids with me, I have nothing to lose.