My life as a muslim girl

Getting to know my past

So since my sibblings dont want to be named I will change their names...but my name is the right one.

It all started with my birth.

I was born as a muslim and I cant change it.

When I was a child my parents raised me with the thought that Islam is the right religion. They toled me to pray 5 times a day, to believe in allah and when I didnt, well than I got punched.

I was allowed to wear normal clothes like every other child. But they always remided me that one day I would wear the headscarf. The strange thing is that I loved the thought of it.

I am living with my two brothers, Yusuf and Mohamed, my sister, Safeya and my parents in austria. I was born here. Safeya is the oldest of us. She is 18. Mohamed is just one year younger than me, he is 15.

Yusuf is 9.

We are in egypt every year at the summer holidays. There we've got a lot of familie.

When I was 7 we were in egypt like always. What I didnt know at the beginning, was that this year would be different. One day in the holidays the husband of my ount, who is a doctor, came to the house of my grandma. He brought with him his supplies for a surgery. I was scared an went to my granny to ask what he's going to do with those things. Since I was just 7 I believed her when she said he needed those things to give her a shot.

I still remember I was wearing my favourite mini skirt and a cute t-shirt. I loved this outfit. Suddenly my mom took me to a room and toled me to take of my underwear. Since I always did what my mom said, because i thought she wouldn't do anything that would hurt me, I took them of.