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Uncle Suleiman gestured her to do the same so she lightly passed her hand over the neck before he dragged the poor animal along the path where he handed it over to the waiting Abdulrazaq; and Eve realised both she and sheep were being dragged along paths they did not choose, handed over to strangers, and things they did not want to be done to them would be done by these strangers.
— Aug 20, 2018 09:14AM
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I just love how much Eve's character grows in this. It's so well written and executed.
— Sep 09, 2018 09:09AM
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“Your skin will only toughen if you do this all the time. Go on!” Eve approached the oven again, but the heat was too much so she threw the dough against the oven’s inner wall thinking force would make it stick as if she was in a pie throwing contest, to its peril in the red-hot bed. Kareema pushed her away saying: “You’re not a woman! Women know how to bake!”
— Aug 22, 2018 11:32AM
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Her in-laws began requesting she fetch water and wood, they wanted her to grind grains and bake bread. “You have to, you’re a woman,” said Suleiman to the girl “I want you to start fetching water from the well and shepherding.” “I can’t. Your son’s sending you money to do these things and you’re keeping me here against my will.” “You’re not leaving this village. You will live and die here.
I'm fuming.
— Aug 21, 2018 12:40PM
I'm fuming.
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The fourteen-year-old, she no longer exists,
But her voice inside me still persists and insists.
Asking why, she had to die,
Please… please, tell her why,
She lives no longer, yet is not dead,
Her whispers and cries still shatter my head,
Can you tell her from your soul within Her sentence began before her life did begin?
Yes, tell her, what she did so grim: Born a girl— so guilty as sin.
I'm...wow.
— Aug 14, 2018 11:04PM
But her voice inside me still persists and insists.
Asking why, she had to die,
Please… please, tell her why,
She lives no longer, yet is not dead,
Her whispers and cries still shatter my head,
Can you tell her from your soul within Her sentence began before her life did begin?
Yes, tell her, what she did so grim: Born a girl— so guilty as sin.
I'm...wow.
