The Pain of a Woman

I had just begun my career as a merchant when we married, and we were not wealthy but did not feel the lack. We had been married only a year when I was to travel to Basrat to meet with a ship's captain. I had an opportunity to profit by trading in slaves, but Naja did not approve. She said there was no way I could know how my buyers would treat their slaves. On the morning of my departure, Naja and I argued. I spoke harshly to her using words that it shames me to recall,. I left an anchor, never saw her again; she died soon after. Can the torments of hell be worse than what I endured in