Before I could get better though, I got worse.
Why isn’t the hijab afforded the same deference as other sacred elements of religion?
I barely noticed the absence of heating in the house anymore.
I called one guy out on all of his lies, and he told me that I was an ungrateful woman who would never get married.
My friends have a big brother who protected them and I have one who beat me to a pulp.
My first year at Tufts was anything but easy.
I was sixteen years old when I first met Aarav.
To me, it was a transaction that could only be compared to something like buying a car.
Women who are broken after their wedding night, forced to smile the next day for celebratory walimas and parties.
I am not a houseplant or a goldfish to be left by the window.
I felt alienated, on top of everything else I was feeling.
None of my friends had curfews, and none of them seemed to have concerned parents, either.