Seeing Fatima reminded me of the hell I had endured being tied to her. So much pain I had endured when I was attached to Fatima. Granted, not all of it was directly from her. However, she was part of most of the abuse I suffered under her roof. She covered it up and made it alright for Zayne to do whatever he wanted. She didn’t protect me. I was a teen when I showed up to her home.