The words could not even begin to describe the burning pain inside me. Tears are falling on my face as if they are escaping from a wilderness prison with no emotion calling opaque eyes. My mother is watching, her face is blank like a cloth while my father continues to beat me all I can do is cry. Random things once sat on the mahogany desk in the small dining room are now scattered like leaves on...

Back in the time, there was a father named Dhurgham, he was telling his three kids a story of a boy and a girl who got married young.

He was just an 18-year-old boy, and she was just a 17-year-old girl. He loved her and she did too, so they decided to get married. The young boy and girl's parents agreed, so today they getting prepared for their marriage. He wore his best tuxedo, and she wore her ...