
“When my husband got sick, I went to work in Qatar so I could send money for medicine back home. But the family were cheating me out of my salary. They said I could go home if I went to work for one of the sisters in London. She lived near Harrods. She’d shout at me, calling me stupid, and made me sleep on the floor by her bed. She fed me a single piece of bread and cup of tea for the whole day. I felt like I was in prison.”