The horrific murder of 10-year-old Sara Sharif shocked the world, sparking outrage against her father, Urfan Sharif, who later confessed to the brutal killing of his young daughter.
However, the tragic story did not end with the horrifying abuse that led to Sara’s death. The disturbing details continue, as justice took an unexpected turn behind bars.
Once imprisoned, news of Urfan’s crimes quickly spread among fellow inmates. The convicted child killer soon found himself the target of vigilante justice at the hands of other prisoners.
On August 8, 2023, the world was devastated by the heartbreaking news of Sara Sharif’s death. The young girl had endured a two-year-long “campaign of torture” before her body was discovered at the family home in Woking, Surrey. According to BBC reports, she had been hooded, burned, and beaten.
Upon arriving at the scene, police found Sara’s lifeless body on a bunk bed alongside a handwritten confession from her father, which read: “Whoever sees this note, it’s me, Urfan Sharif, who killed my daughter by beating. I am running away because I am scared.” He further claimed, “I swear to God that my intention was not to kill her. But I lost it.”
Shockingly, the day before Sara’s body was discovered, Urfan, along with two other family members, fled to Pakistan.
Following a weeks-long international manhunt, Urfan Sharif, 42, his brother Faisal Malik, 29, and his wife, Beinash Batool, 30, were arrested and charged in connection with Sara’s tragic death.
‘She Died Because of Me’
During court proceedings, it was revealed that Sara had suffered over 70 injuries, including fractures to her ribs, shoulder blades, and spine, a puncture wound to the head, traumatic brain injury, burns from a domestic iron, and human bite marks.
Initially, all three suspects denied involvement. However, in court, Urfan Sharif changed his stance and admitted, “She died because of me.”
On December 17, 2024, Sharif was sentenced to life in prison with a minimum term of 40 years. Batool received a life sentence with a minimum of 33 years. Malik was sentenced to 16 years for causing or allowing the death of a child. During sentencing, Mr. Justice Cavanagh condemned their actions as “a campaign of torture” marked by “almost inconceivable cruelty.”
Sara’s mother, Olga Domin, described the perpetrators as “sadists” and “executioners” in a statement read in court. Addressing her daughter, she said, “She is now an angel who looks down on us from heaven. She is no longer experiencing violence.”
Prison Justice
Once inside South London’s HMP Belmarsh—dubbed “Britain’s Guantanamo Bay”—Sharif quickly became a marked man. In prison, crimes against children are considered the lowest offense, and Urfan’s reputation made him a target.
According to sources, Sharif attempted to keep a low profile, but his past soon caught up with him. On New Year’s Day, just weeks into his life sentence, he was ambushed by two inmates wielding a makeshift weapon— a jagged tuna can lid.
“Urfan was badly sliced up in his cell,” an insider revealed. “The attack was planned, and he suffered serious wounds to his neck and face. He was lucky to survive, required stitches, and will have permanent scars as a reminder of the attack.”
Prison guards had been trying to protect him, knowing he had a target on his back due to the high-profile nature of his case. “An attack was only a matter of time,” the source added. “Many inmates feel justice was served.”
One of Urfan’s suspected attackers is reportedly Steve Sansom, a convicted murderer serving a life sentence for killing and dismembering 38-year-old Sarah Mayhew in 2024. Sansom was previously convicted in 1999 for the murder of cab driver Terrence Boyle, 59.
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My Ex Abandoned His Son with Me for a Decade — Now He’s Back, and He Brought a Lawyer
Ten years after disappearing without a word, Sara’s ex-fiancé, Daniel, showed up at her front door with a lawyer, demanding custody of the son he had left behind. As Sara fights to keep the life she’s built with Adam, buried secrets start to surface, and the real reason for Daniel’s sudden return threatens to turn her world upside down.
Yesterday, Adam was getting ready for school upstairs while I enjoyed the last sip of my morning coffee. The doorbell rang, and I thought it might be a neighbor or maybe the mailman delivering a package I’d forgotten about.
But when I opened the door, my heart sank.
It was Daniel.
I hadn’t thought about Daniel in years. Sometimes he’d come to mind when Adam asked about his dad, or in quiet moments before sleep. But this… this was not how I expected to see him again.
He stood there, ten years older but still familiar. Next to him was another man, stiff, in an expensive suit, holding a folder — he was clearly a lawyer.
“Why are you here?” I managed to say, my voice shaky but steady.
Daniel didn’t waste time with greetings. He never did. “I’m here to take back my son.”
My heart stopped. Ten years of silence, and now he thought he could just walk in and take Adam? No, this couldn’t be real.
“You’re not taking him,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. “You have no right.”
The lawyer stepped forward, handing me the folder. “Ma’am, you’ve been served.”
My hands shook as I took the papers. Words like “custody,” “contest,” and “court” blurred on the page.
The life I’d built with Adam was about to come crashing down.
Ten years ago
Daniel entered my life with his three-year-old son, Adam, from a previous marriage. Daniel was charming but troubled, and I thought I could help him heal.
Adam was the best part of it all. With his big eyes and warm laugh, he brought light into my life. I became his stepmom as Daniel and I built a life together, feeling like I’d found where I belonged.
Then one morning, Daniel was gone. I thought he’d gone for a run or out for coffee, but hours passed. My calls went to voicemail.
Finally, I found a note: “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
That was all. No reason, no warning. Just those empty words. I sat there in shock, feeling my heart break.
Adam was too young to understand. “Daddy said he had to leave,” he said. “But he said he’d come back one day.”
Days turned into months. Adam stopped asking about his dad, and I stopped pretending to know if he’d return.
After Daniel left, my nightmare began. Child Protective Services got involved, questioning my role as a stepmom. To them, I had no legal right to Adam, despite being the only mother he knew.
I fought hard, enduring sleepless nights and court hearings. They questioned everything, but I refused to give up.
Finally, I won. I adopted Adam, making him mine legally. I promised that no one would ever take him from me again.
But now, after ten years, Daniel was standing on my doorstep, ready to destroy everything I’d built.
The present day
I stared at the papers, feeling rage and fear. Adam’s father. Custody. Court. The words hammered in my mind.
“Mom?” Adam’s small voice broke through. He’d heard everything.
I turned to him, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “It’s going to be fine,” I lied.
But it wasn’t fine.
I hired a lawyer the next day. I would not let Daniel take Adam without a fight. As the case unfolded, we discovered the truth. Daniel’s return wasn’t about love or regret.
Adam’s grandfather on his mother’s side had recently left a large inheritance, and Daniel had found out. That’s why he was back, aiming for custody to get access to the money.
The realization hit hard. How could I explain to Adam that his father wasn’t here for him, but for his inheritance?
The court date arrived all too soon. My lawyer, Judith, had prepared me, but nothing could ease the pain of facing Daniel, knowing he was trying to tear apart our lives.
Daniel’s lawyer argued that as Adam’s biological father, he had the right to custody, painting Daniel as a man who had made mistakes but was ready to step up.
Mistake? He’d abandoned us.
Judith spoke next, presenting the facts. Daniel hadn’t been in Adam’s life for a decade. He’d never called, visited, or sent a letter. And then Judith revealed the inheritance.
“Mr. Harris’s return is not a coincidence,” she stated. “This is not about reconnecting with his son. This is about money.”
Daniel looked down, his face tight as his lawyer whispered in his ear.
The judge, a calm woman, turned to Adam. “Adam,” she said gently. “You’re thirteen now. I’d like to hear from you.”
Adam glanced nervously at me, then stood, his voice shaky but firm.
“Sara has been my mom,” he began. “She’s the one who’s been there for me. I don’t know the man over there. I want to stay with the only mom I’ve ever known.”
The courtroom went silent.
The judge nodded. “Thank you, Adam. Your decision is clear.”
With that, the gavel struck. Adam would stay with me.
Daniel left without looking back, vanishing from our lives once more.
Outside, Adam turned to me with a small smile. “I’m glad it’s over, Mom.”
“So am I,” I whispered, hugging him tightly.
As we left, Adam looked at me thoughtfully. “What do we do with the inheritance now?”
I smiled. “It’s yours, Adam. For your future, whatever you choose.”
He looked up at me with warmth. “My future is with you, Mom.”
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