The biggest problem rose when my parent began to quarrel each other. They would say different types of insults to one another, they would see offensive things in each other, they would always complain about one another, their way of life as well as their attitudes changed everyday and it almost lead to a physical fight. My parents never cared about how I and my brother would feel. They just did as they pleased, they never thought of us and how what they were doing would affect us mentally, emotionally and even academically. I was so sad and devastated, I couldn't know what to think about. Was I to think about the lack of money or the fights or the lack of adequate food or the effort to be the best at school or how to pass my junoir Ssce exams or how to overcome the bully and problems at school. Home, where I used to be happy to return to, became a prison. I didn't know what to do, was I to tell my friend about my problems? Would it not be akward fo Hikma to hear that her friends parents are in a fight? How am I going to even say my parents are having problem? Wouldn't it be embarrassing? Wouldn't it look obvious? I was lost but I shined my way out by keeping it and being strong.
I was sitted one faithful noon in the class when Zainab, one of the best students in the B class decided to meet me when...