The father of tragic schoolgirl Shay Kang is a convicted murderer

Hardi Hamad was jailed in July for the murder of father-of-two Ali Salih Abdalaah in Ladywood, Birmingham. He helped beat him to death outside his home on October 22

Hamad, 35, admitted manslaughter by reason of diminished responsibility. Same charge. Shay’s mother Jaskirat Kaur, 33, was sentenced last week to an indefinite stay in a secure mental health unit.

Hamad blamed his mental health problems on a traumatic brain injury he suffered in a car accident in 2014, which affected his cognitive skills.

The parents lived together when Shay was born, but separated when she was a child. Shay lived with Kaur in Rowley Regis and when she was nine years old her mother stopped her from going to Brickhouse Primary School.

Paranoid schizophrenic Kaur became paranoid and delusional and believed her daughter would be kidnapped during her school run.

Shay’s godmother Kayleigh Colclough told Wolverhampton Crown Court that she managed Hamad and that an expectant Kaur lived at her home. However, due to their toxic relationship, she told Hamad to leave the property.

She said: “There were a lot of arguments between the two, so I asked the father to leave. Jaskirat and Kaur lived with me. She was aggressive.”

The pair lost contact after Kaur moved to Robin Close in Rowley Regis.

Brickhouse Primary School alerted West Midlands Police and Sandwell Social Services who attended the property and commented on Kaur’s distressed state of mind. However, Shay was still living with her mother when she was stabbed to death in March this year. With Shay’s mother and father in custody, Brickhouse Primary School organized her funeral in September.

Kaur told detectives: “I stabbed her, not to cause pain, but to end it. I tried to put my hand over her mouth and nose so she couldn’t yell or scream. I woke her up just after midnight and decided to kill her. I wanted to suffocate her, but I couldn’t go through with it.

“So I stabbed her in the chest, she said ‘ouch, I hate you’. She didn’t scream. She ended up laying on her side.”

She added: “I looked at her as she looked at me. So I did it again. She had trouble breathing. I felt bad. So I put the pillow over her head and put my weight on it. After the last stitch is gone.

“They can’t claim her, they can’t adopt her, they can’t take her. Whatever I say makes no sense, but it does to me. You classify it as murder, but for me it’s a relief.”