One day, while my father was still away, I was using my secret phone in the bathroom and forgot it there. As I was leaving the bathroom my mother rushed in after me to use it, and that is when I remembered that the phone was still there. The phone was my only outlet to the outside world. Without it, I would go crazy; and I started to go crazy. She opened the bathroom door and looked at me. I went bonkers and tried to commit suicide. I could not deal with more isolation, more punishment. All I wanted was people to talk to about other things besides religion!
The first person my mom called was a Shaykh (older, religious scholar). He informed her to call someone who can help right there and then: the police or the ambulance. They took me to the hospital to make sure I was okay. They then took me to a psychology hospital where they wanted to make sure I wouldn't do it again. I stayed there for two days. There were only three people there, including myself. It almost drove me crazy just being there. They determined there was nothing wrong with me. I knew they thought I probably wanted attention, but officially stated I had an Adjustment Disorder. They gave me mild anti-depressants which my mother, the psychologist, encouraged me to take daily.
(Adjusment Disorder:"Adjustment disorder is an emotional and behavioral reaction that develops within 3 months of a life stress, and which is stronger or greater than what would be expected for the type of event that occurred." Quoted from Pub Med Health: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001928/)
Lesson Learned: It is good to have faith in God, but have common sense! What is a Shaykh going to do if your daughter is trying to kill herself? You must have faith in God, but take action yourself.
