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mbay
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 Posted - 16 Mar 2009 : 14:31:17
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She is still a child and was forced to be a woman!
A 10 years old remised from her own father for obligation-marry to man older than her over 20 years. Abused and abused. However, she fights against hers fate and triumphs!
This story of the courageous girl and the obligation marriage from yemen went around the world, into which in the USA became even „the woman of the year “
Here is her story (P1)
When I was 9 years, my father said: „You must marry!
and it happens as he wished.
One mornign when I left the house of my parents, I had sworn myself to enter it only again if I achieved my goal.
My mother said to me” Go bread buying for the breakfast “, with 150 Rial.
Trembling I went a few meter, then I took the first mini bus, which drove on the broad boulevard direction to city centre. At the last stop I stepped out. For the first time in my life, that I completely defeated fear and rose alone into a yellow taxi.
I said, „I would like to speak with the judge! “
Two large, black framed eyes examine me surprised. The lady, who faces me, noticed me only now and as asks, “please what? “
I replayed, „Taking me to a judge, no matter, to whom! “
She become silent for a while, surprised at my determination. Perhaps it also my small penetrating cry made speechless.
I am a girl of the country, which lives in the capital. I always bent myself the instructions of the men from the family. Since more, I learned to say to everything. Today I decided to say no. I feel internally soiled. It is, as if one would have robbed a part of me. Nobody has the right to hold me to call on the law. It is my last chance to come out from all. I will not simply give up.
„Come along! “, she finally says and gives to me by an indication to understand that I am to follow her.
The door opens to an area laid out with brown carpet, which absorbs the noises. At a desk in the background, a mustached man with fine courses of a face gives himself fair trouble to answer the tide of the questions broken from all sides on him.
As I set the others me on one the brown armchair, which are lined up at the wall. Contently I lean with the head back to the armchair seat back and wait myself patiently for the fact that I come to the row.
If there is a God, then it is to come and save me. I said, always brave and I keep always my five times prayers on the day. I was always an obedient child. I hope, Allah have compassion with me…
„What can I do for you? “
A male voice wakes me from my dawning condition.
Finally, someone comes to assist me. I rub over the face. Since I am still silent, the judge asks the question again:
„On whom are you waiting? “
My answer does not take time: „On my divorce! “
The Judge hardly hide the astonishment.
„You want to be able to be separated? “
„Yes “!
“However… does that mean that you are married? “Again, the answer come the same
“Yes! “
He, with his Facial features and carries a white shirt, which emphasizes his dark skin. When he hears my answer, his expression eclipsed. Apparent he cannot believe me that.
„At your age… How can you be already married? “
„I want to be able to be separated! “, I persist in decided clay, without dealing with his question.
„However you are still so young and work so fragile… “
If he were ready to help me! finally he is a judge and has surely much power.
„And why you want to be able to be separated? “He asks in a more natural intonation, apparent, this time continues to try to hide his astonishment.
I look direct into his eyes:
„Because my husband uses to beat me! “
Without his crucial question to me:
„You are still virgin? “
I swallow. I am ashamed to speak from these things. That is embarrassing. However, in the same instant it becomes clear me that I must dare the jump in the cold water, if I want to come out from all that.
„No… I have bled… “
His confusion does not escape me. I see exactly, as he tried to hides his feelings. He breathes deeply, and then says:
„I will help you! “
More to come(P2)
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"The love is for all, but the friendship is the examination of the heart and mind"!
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mbay
Germany
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Posted - 19 Mar 2009 : 14:11:29
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(p2) Today:Her father announces that she must marry.
A village where I was born, one does not bring women freely to decide. There the men have the final say.
With approximately 16, my mum married my father without repine .
Four years later, he decided to increase the family and took a second wife, willingly to the desires of their man.
With the same devotion, I took my own first without guessing their marriage.
At my age one does not place oneself too many questions.
In order to make it simple, one can say that Khardji lies not far from Hajjah, to a relatively well-known city in northwest Yemen, north of Sanaa.
Between this small remote place and the capital one must count at least four hours of bitumen route and just as much on sand and rubble.
My father, a very caring man, was the opinion; girl is too tender and in the end to go all alone by an area nearly become extinct, where dangers could be behind each Kukus.
neither could my father nor my mother read orwrite, nor did he see that also therein necessity for children.
I was two or three years old, when „the scandal occurred “. The resident of our village accused my father-damaged reputation. What was exactly before? I was too small, in order to understand the thing.
We had to make ourselves overhead on the way and left everything behind: Sheep, cows, chickens, bees and the memories of what had appeared to me as a piece of the Paradise.
The arrival in Sanaa was terrible heavy!
One evening, my father home came, and said Nojoud; I have a good message for me. „You will soon marry “; I nodded obediently, without really understanding what would come now to me.
He was called Ali worked as postal worker and delivered with his motorcycle packages everywhere. He originated like I from same village and was on the search for a wife.
My father agreed immediately. In the logical succession I was that, which had to be married now after my older sisters. When he came home, he announced his decision to us.
NOBODY KNEW A CONTRADICTING!
In the same evening, I heard coincidentally a discussion between my father and Mona. One of my sister „Nojoud is much too young to marry “, proclaimed Mona.
Too young? I have made my decision! and you know exactly that we do not have sufficient money, in order to nourish the whole family. Therefore, we have to plug a muzzle less. “
My father words went through my head: To plug „a muzzle less. “I was thus in his eyes only one load, and at the first opportunity get me off from his head neck.
More to come(p3)
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mbay
Germany
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Posted - 25 Mar 2009 : 13:11:23
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Now two weeks had passed since the proposal. After the local customs, the celebration among women in the tiny house of my parents took place. We were all at the most forty persons. Meanwhile the men sat with one of my uncles, the men’s locked door behind two days before the marriage contract had been signed „ No concern “ I did hear my father telling my mother, when it had become dark . „He had to promise us that he does not touch her until one year after her first period. “
A shudder drove through my bodies.
On the rear seat of the jeep, which expected me before the gates, sat a small man, who gaped at me, was badly shaved, appearing to me like a monster.
Who is he actually, why he wanted to marry me? What did he expects from me? In addition, what meant marriage exactly? On all these questions, I did not have an answer,
When after departure of the guests with sunset my room was assigned to me, I remember, how facilitates I was. On the soil laid a large mat, my bed, besides an old oil lamp as lighting which its flame light flickered at the wall. I was not even able to get it off so easy, so I quickly fell asleep. Finally!
When suddenly rumbling door came up, I frightened up and was surprised at the strong wind at this night. I had hardly opened my eyes I fell a hair and sweating body pressed itself to me. Someone had blown the lamp out, and now it was stick dark. I trembled. That was it, the monster! He stank and smelled beastly! Without saying a word, he began, to rub against me.
„I beg you, leave you me in peace! “ „You are my wife! From today on, I decide. We must sleep in a bed. “With a sentence, I stand and wanted to flee. Without hesitating one second, But the monster ran after me.
„Help me! Help me! “, I roared with a snivel my voice resounded by the night. However, it was, as if I would call in emptiness. I ran breathlessly back and forth. I fell into the first room, tore however immediately again outside, when he occurred.
I continued to run, without turning me. Two arms breaks my run, clasped me with his whole powers and dragged me back in the bedroom, where he depressed me on the mat….
„Go away! Or else I will tell my father! “, I groaned and tried to tear off me again.
„You can tell your father, what you want. He signed a marriage contract. It gave me his consent that I marry you. “You are my wife. Now you must do what I want!
I felt suddenly like a hurricane comprises me. Lightning felt over me, and I was missing a power to resist me.
Then burning fulfilled the internal of my body. Burning, which I had never felt before. I also cried So much, nobody came to assistance me and I was all alone. It real hurt me!
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