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Imagine a strange man touching her, beating her, raping her impregnating her then laughing smugly in her face as she suffers. Imagine your flesh and blood enduring these degrading, incalculable atrocities. A slave.
What would you do? Give up? Forget it?
She was nine years old when she was taken and had already had three miscarriages when she became pregnant a fourth time. This child had been stillborn. The death of this little baby had taken the child-mother’s sanity. She was twelve years old. ...
(...) she is still the fourteen year old girl who left, because her life had not changed. She has not had the chance to grow up. She doesn’t know what growing up means.
Muthana’s words, impressed indelibly on my brain, rang loud and clear in my ears. “I kept you pregnant to hold you down!” I knew, I knew, that now this was what was happening to Nadia, too.
Pessimism has set in. I couldn’t shake it off. It told me all was to no avail. Everything, everywhere, was illegal: the marriages, the ages. The purchase price of the girls was considered to be “bargain of the week”(...)
Why, oh why could they not understand? Imagine a man raping your daughter; blackmailing her with her own children to keep quiet. Think of his hands touching her intimately. These same hands beating her. Now do something about it! Do something about it in a country like Yemen.