“I always wanted a peaceful life.” But how will I ever have that peaceful life when I let myself trust my parents who to marry? How will I achieve that If I am married to a man who I never met and didn’t have a chance to know him first? Seven years of continuously showing nothing but kindness and understanding the man that my parents entrusted to me yet all I received was unending pain both physical and emotional. For seven years, I clung to hope that he would finally recognize how pure my heart was, yet all I received was bruises that blossomed like dark flowers on my skin, the loud disrespect and leaving me feeling like less human. It is suffocating, draining, and could gradually kill me. Is it still the right time to think about what my parents will tell or is it the right time to find the courage and do what makes me free?