A baby girl gasped her first breath of air. As people held Maisie’s tiny body on the day of her birth, no one knew that the day would come when she would be violently abused by her husband. No one knew when that little breath of air entered the world that the day would eventually come when Maisie would long to take away her own breath.
Slum Dweller, Mother and Victim of Abuse
Maisie lived in a plastic hut surrounded by mud. Everyone around her was in a similar condition of poverty and desperation. Her stomach growled, and Maisie’s husband, Abhaidev, was perpetually drunk. It was difficult for him to find work every day, as he had to hunt for odd jobs to keep his bottle full. Abhaidev abused his own body, and he abused his wife and neglected his child’s needs. Maisie endured her husband’s blows and harsh words, but she often felt like she was living in an earthly hell.
Peace was something Maisie seldom felt. Desperate for life change, she cried out to her gods. Maisie’s petitions and sacrifices, however, never provided her with an answer. Anxiety and depression became her closest companions. What would happen to her child? This thought flung her deeper into despair. The only way out of the misery seemed clear to her: suicide.
By God’s grace, the same day that Maisie decided to end her life, one of her neighbors stopped by her home to share a little but powerful booklet. As Maisie’s neighbor poured out her heart and shared about the love of Jesus, Maisie, the broken woman, was drawn in.
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