I was 8 months pregnant when I left my husband.
I stayed as long as I possibly could, trying to hold on to the family I thought I wanted for my unborn baby. But when it became clear he might hurt our child too, I had to go. He didn’t care that I was pregnant. He was the boxer and I was his punching bag.
In the end, the love I had for my unborn baby was greater than my fear of him.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long before I was granted emergency accommodation. And although I was grateful to have a roof over my head, the reality was that I couldn’t survive in an empty apartment with a newborn.
It was completely bare. The kitchen was empty, the bedrooms were empty and my living room didn’t even have a carpet.
After I gave birth to my son, I had to accept that I needed help. It was a hard pill to swallow, but I did it. I went to my local library, logged on to a computer, and applied for a hardship grant through the NZF website.
NZF acted swiftly and sensitively, because as the mother of a newborn baby who’d recently fled a dangerous situation, my case was flagged as an emergency.
I know NZF usually helps people who are maybe being evicted or who have no money for food, so I wasn’t sure how they’d react to my request for furniture, kitchen appliances and baby clothes. But I had no reason to worry. My Programme Officer understood that I couldn’t function on a day-to-day basis without these things, and that I couldn’t raise a child safely in these circumstances.
The charity covered the cost of a washing machine, carpet, freezer, dining table, wardrobe and clothes for me and my son. They also gave me a grant so I had money that was exclusively for the baby and his imminent needs.
Within a few weeks, my apartment went from being a cold, empty house to a warm, safe home that I could comfortably raise my son in.
What I needed most was a chance; the chance to give my son the life he deserves. I didn’t want to bring him into a world where he’d have to watch his mother being beaten; where he’d be emotionally damaged by the two people who are supposed to protect him.
More than anything, I wanted to keep him safe – not just from violence, but also from poverty. Because over the past year, I’ve known what it is to be poor and that is a struggle I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
But I’m one of the blessed ones. Your Zakat lifted me out of poverty and gave me the chance to build a stable life for my child.
Now, I no longer stare at an empty apartment, wondering if I’ve made the right choices. I can put the past behind me and focus on giving my son the care-free childhood every child deserves.