Our second chance at life and love
15 April 2026
For years, my husband and I were both equally trapped in the brutal grip of addiction.
“During my imprisonment in 2019, my younger brother passed away. My own family, trying to shield me from further pain, hid the news of my younger brother’s passing, fearing I'd attend his funeral in handcuffs. The guilt of missing his funeral and lost time with him still lingers on my mind deeply.”— Azlinda
When I first met Hairi, he was just my customer. Someone I sold drugs to. But for years, we were both equally trapped in the brutal grip of addiction, a journey with repeated arrests and of profound hurt.
For Hairi, because of his addiction, his first marriage collapsed. His children also left him with their mother.
During my imprisonment in 2019, my younger brother passed away. My own family, trying to shield me from further pain, hid the news of my younger brother’s passing, fearing I'd attend his funeral in handcuffs. The guilt of missing his funeral and lost time with him still hurts deeply.
Hairi and I had to learn how to take painful moments and shape them into turning points, so that the second chance we were given would not be wasted. With encouragement from our families, structured support of rehabilitation, we received help to rebuild our shattered lives.
Years later, we reconnected. No longer interested in drugs but both committed to sobriety. We chose recovery together and eventually fell in love and got married. Our relationship has become a testament to how support and accountability can change a path once ruled by addiction.
My name is Azlinda, and I share our story in honour of loved ones who rallied by our side when times were rough. With them, love and recovery worked hand in hand.
Drug abuse harms more people than you think. Remember the victims.
