I grew up in a dysfunctional home. My parents separated when I was a baby.
Before my mum remarried, my siblings and I had some neighbours who would play with my butt and do ridiculous things. I was really young. I didn’t understand what they were doing until I was abused by someone else. And then it all made sense.
My stepdad was really strict. We couldn’t go out or talk and we had a very firm upbringing. So, when I got into Uni, it was like I had my freedom. I did the worst things I could have done in my life during this period, from messing around with guys to clubbing and occasional drinking. Honestly, I didn’t see it as a big deal back then.
My sister became a Christian before me and then she introduced me to Christianity. It was quite hard because we were Muslims. Even though I wasn’t a serious one, I just didn’t fancy being a Christian either.
I’ve been a Christian for about 9 years now and it has really been worth it. I can say that even though there are troubles here and there, there’s a huge gap between where I’m coming from and where I am now. I’m thankful that I found God when I did. If not, I most likely would have become a runs girl. Lol.