 My dad had never beaten me. People used to say that he was my best friend. I wouldn't sleep if he wasn't around. Suddenly the best friend became like an enemy or so. And that enemy was my own father. Then I was Muslim. I would go back home during fasting time or I would go back home during the weekends or holidays to visit them. And it wasn't that far from that place to where I was staying with my auntie. It's not that really far.