Kinah
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All I hear is the beating and flogging of women who have disobeyed the rules all women must follow. The thought of rebelling against the Taliban is terrifying. They took away my education, healthcare and my basic human rights. My father is gripping my upper arm so tight, murmuring incoherent words sounding somewhat close to 'do not move, head down'. Even as a fragile 16 year old girl, disobeying could lead to a beating.
A scream. A high pitched scream. I couldn't handle it; I try to pull my father back towards our small one bedroom house. I make sure to keep my voice down when whispering to my father 'please, please, don't make me listen'.
1996. The year Taliban took control over Afghanistan. The same day I lost all rights as a women.
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