By an anonymous writer from Afghanistan
My parents wanted a son,
My birth disappointed them.
A few weeks after I was born,
My grandfather was killed.
My mother thought I was bad luck.
When I was 6 years old,
Our neighbor’s boy sexually harassed me.
I spent my childhood in fear.
The Taliban closed my school,
They ruined my best days.
I was unable to go out without my father, brother, and a burqa,
Like a prisoner in my own home for six years.
My body was a sin to them.
They attacked our home a few times because we were Shia Muslim.
They beat my parents and brother in front of me.
They hanged my mother’s two young cousins from a tree.
Deprived of their own humanity, they dehumanized the rest of us.
I had my first marriage proposal at the age of 10.
I saw my cousins getting…
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