Testimony

I wasn’t living. I was kicked, hair pulled, dragged around, unable to get up…
Each time it got worse but I wasn’t able to do anything. He shoved a cellphone in my mouth and twisted when I didn’t answer his questions. I pretended to be dead and prayed. I didn’t know where I was nor who this person was. My mind was blank. I was just scared of this man who didn’t value life and only wished to crush it.
He interrogated me every night. Kept me awake and away from the children. All we could do was cry.
Broken sisters I met at the shelter…..I was thankful for them. Thankful that we can worship God, console each other, cry and sometimes laugh. This place was heaven.