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Burri dhe vjehrra nuk me lejojne te shkoj te familjaret e mij, Pse m'qet zoti mu dikun qe nuk te lejojne te parki me dal menja s'ma kish mar...

My husband and mother-in-law don’t allow me to go to my relatives, why does God sent me to the ones who don’t let me go to the park, I don’t care…


Hello everyone .. like any other person with a plastic heart, I am telling my story in short points because I told the whole report, I need to write it. I have been married for almost 7 years with my husband. Come on, it’s changing, come on, let’s start in a new country, so you have to be patient. I worked for the state, I cleaned, I left, I ironed, I have 6 members of the family, they are all together, my brother-in-law is a commander and my aunt works like what she says there, my boys, that is, my husband and brother-in-law, listen to what she says. I’m not against it, don’t bother your own mother, or you have to have a border with your parents, a man is grown up, married, or a child. I was very bullied, I didn’t go to see my sisters, my cousins, or my aunts. When I wanted to go out with someone, they scolded me all over the place. When I was pregnant, I lost my first child because of nervousness, because of longing for the family, I completely lost my mind because I am with my father, I have freedom, I want to go with him, I go by myself, I go normally, I don’t have the fear of the streets. My husband also has a comic book that he has been married to for 30 years. I don’t care about educated people with democratic morals. Why does God take care of me when I sit in the park, I don’t know what I was doing. That bo me go immigrate emos ki kallxu that I’m going lu fta kerst. Oh my God, the woman is my ex, damn you, what can you shoot, God? Am my husband mistreated me, is he playing with me, has he gone to my heart, is he hungry, forgive me, God, I have two children, a girl and a boy, you are changing, you are crying. It’s like how many times when I said yes, I love you, go to my family, or my sisters, hey, I’m 21 years old, don’t mess with me, go to my family, I’m dead here for me, I’ve been here for many years, I’ve had a lot of time… more than I have left I’m very depressed, nervous, well, I talk, I feel bad, I’m boring, I don’t know, even the child has pain. Does anyone have any advice on the law of the canton of Zürich, how it works, call the police, I’ll tell you about it, but why does something suit him. Where am I going now, what’s going on with me, am I taking my child, I’m taking my child, I’m taking my own child, because they are a degenerate family. Again, she has a Swiss visa and I have a C visa. I don’t know where I’m going. I’m old enough to raise my child, I’m very young, I’m looking for you, I’ve been looking for you for two years. My son is 9 months old. Except for the bad years, I remember what happened to my life and my child. That’s how I endured the life of the prison for the rest of my life, I beg you, someone, someone, someone, give me some advice, give me something to drink. Thank you very much for your understanding





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