Use for Abuse

Easy to Recognize and Forget

I have been told to stay put after my first book, Abuse for Use, but I knew that it would have been an incomplete decision of not continuing my story as it goes on. I knew what I am doing, without putting a feather in my cap, undertaking justice with the abused and the abusers of an expatriate community who are here for the completion of their American dream. I was asked by the publishers to use a pen name, and I did it religiously for the libelous contents and for the fear of hurting the feelings of characters described here. But I had lived the truth of the statement, in literal sense, when I was given in marriage to America for the fulfilment of my parents’ dream of a better life. I couldn’t anticipate the aura that precedes my life, and I had to greet the days and nights to fulfil the promises I gave to myself; and in the trials to do so, I had to relive the memories so many times, replaying the repetitive history again and again. Personally, I looked into my life embroiled in controversy not from my side but as something unique and something that will leave the readers to decide if it is something worthy of preservation or not.