I thank my parents, who made a six-year-old girl a warrior.

I am the 7th child of a Muslim family. Don’t get me wrong; I am someone who grew up in her corner. I am not sure if I could even be counted as their child. 

My father didn’t allow me to go outside when I was only six years old. The reason was that I was playing with boys. Funny, isn’t it? I wasn’t allowed to wear pants by the time I was eleven. I was at the beginning of my adolescent years, and my breasts started to appear a bit. I was wearing loose clothes just so that my boobs wouldn’t show. I would have to start wearing a hijab if they showed. Then I had my period. But I couldn’t go to my mom crying like all the other girls. I needed to fix it immediately. I couldn’t have told anybody. I could only hide it for two months, and then my mom found out about it. My dad said to me that it was time to start covering my hair. I cried for days. My older sister defended me; she told them that I was too young. My father stopped dealing with me, but he was waiting for me to get older. I was very irritable, but there was nothing that I could do. Because my father was going to force me to get into a hijab no matter what, at some point, I did it myself. I was behind on so many things. I was forced to take Quran classes. The people from those courses violently abused me. When I told my family about this, they said, “You probably deserved it.”

Now I have a boyfriend, and he is the one person who understands me the best. Think about it; there is someone whom you think loves you more than your parents do. Because neither your mother nor your father cares about you. Now I study something that I don’t want at university. According to my family, this is a privilege; because no other girl in our family stood up against our relatives and went to university. I’ve been fighting ever since I was little, sometimes by staying quiet, sometimes by raising my voice. 

I decided to stop wearing a hijab, so I did it. Then what happened, you ask? My mother was taken to a hospital and said, “I am in this state because of you,” “You embarrassed us.” And I got into my hijab again. Then she found out that I had a boyfriend and threatened me to tell my father about him. I told her that I broke up with him. But I didn’t, I won’t. Now I am studying what my parents want me to study, and I stay in a dorm. But my fight isn’t over yet; I am preparing for the university exam again. I thank my parents, who made a six-year-old girl a warrior. 

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Comments (2)

  1. richard gay

    Good day, “Chihiro”. and good luck. richard, next to geneva

  2. Smith Danielle

    You have all my support brave girl. Hope one day, you’ll be free.
    All my love.

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