I'd been in hiding for several weeks when I received the text.
In turn, my parents viewed me as something of an oddity. From as young as five, acting and singing was in my blood and at school I won so many competitions for writing songs that if the teachers wanted a song for an assembly they'd ask me to write one and I'd get up on stage and sing it.
My love of singing and dancing wasn't exactly encouraged at home, but it wasn't a big problem when I was young.
My father Zammurrad, a factory worker, was a deeply religious man but violent towards my mother Surriya and my sisters Zarqa, now 38, Saira, 33, and Tahira, 32.
I tried to be an obedient daughter, praying up to five times a day, but I never felt loved by my parents - or that I really belonged.
When I was 13, I was flown to Pakistan to meet my 14-year-old cousin, who I was told I would marry when I turned 18.