Unwoman
Then, I take off the rest of my clothes, the black shoes, the black stocking, the loose pale blue dress, and layers and layers of petticoats.
I stared at my naked body reflection on the mirror. The sister told us to not stare at our naked body. Our body is not for us. It’s for our husband and God. But my body is no longer sacred. So I contemplated each inch of my naked body; each black and blue that now turned yellowish and the thin pinkish skin with darker red dots all over it.
He marked me. The monster marked me.
'Youssef, please.... Please don't touch me. I beg you. Please don't, please, please, please... I won't tell anyone,'
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