I was born and raised in S.P.Potkeni. My father is a traditional doctor. I studied at a Muslim school till Grade 5, and I didn’t go to school after that. Even though we didn’t go to school, Muslim teachers came in search for us. They didn’t see the racial or religious differences. We were united like a family. For us the Tamil people were like our very own, they used to come to our house and eat our food. As my mother died, I was married off at the age of 16. I was young and I didn’t know anything. I cried because I was afraid what would happen after my marriage. My eldest son was born in 1987, and the fear left me.