It was all part of the plan.
It was my culture.
I had to do it.
Heck, I didn't even have a say in it...
Follow me as I tell you the story of my life as a Fulani girl .
Disclaimer: this book is Islamic, but it doesn't portray the perfect Islam...
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The whole week passed in a blur with Ayman and I wrapped in our little world at the hospital. Ayman sometimes was very moody and cranky saying he wanted to go home but the doctors had other things planned. They still haven't discharged us.
I on the other hand was doing quite well, I vomited less but I craved the weirdest things possible, and I'm not even into the pregnancy!!
what will happen when I enter my 5th or 6th month?? will I be craving dead humans?
