During sex I was crying and begging him to stop but he didn’t listen. Then he put his hand on my mouth like this. I couldn’t breath and I was crying but he used me anyway. And I just cried.
My age is 8.
They were decorating my hands with naqsh but I didn’t know they were going to marry me off. Then my mother came in and said ‘come on my daughter’. They were dressing me up and I was asking, ‘where are you taking me?’ they just said ‘come, come’, and then they performed the wedding.
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I don’t know how children are made but they get pregnant and they deliver a baby. They carry it inside their stomach and then they deliver, and it comes out a baby.
We were studying when my mother was still alive, but then she passed away and they don’t allow me to go to school.
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