You were born into this world with many opportunities. As you played in the courtyard, you and your friends dreamed about the future. What you would do and achieve. Your plans were as great as your heart.
One day you got your first slap on your cheek. “Girls don’t go to school! You cannot step out from this home!” father said. The tears that burned in your eyes were nothing besides the fire inside of you. You learned that you had to obey.
“You have to marry him! My honor is at stake”, said father and planted a second slap on your face. The man was twice the age you were. You didn’t even know what marriage was. “I was exactly your age when I married your father. You will get use to it” was mothers answer.
The day came and you became the stranger’s wife. ”You are my property and you will do as I say” he said and punched you in the head.
“Nobody can interfere between husband and wife” your mother in law said. You learned that day to suffer in silence.
“He is your husband, you must obey him” your mother told you and turned you away.
“You cannot divorce him! You will stay with him until death do you part!!” your father told you.
And indeed, death did you apart. For one day, you were no more. For even though you couldn’t speak anymore, the bruises and marks on your face and body spoke for you. They told the story of violence and abuse you suffered, just like thousands of others like you.