Of girls and women….in Somalia

I heard the screams. A little girl yelling in a house. She was hysterical. I stopped to inquire. A woman, who seemed to be smiling, laughingly assured me “ooh its just a little coward girl who will be made halaal today. We have to do it before the suns gets hot”. My heart sunk. Why was…

I Am A Somali Woman

I am the sister of the martyr. I am the aunt of the potato seller at the local market. I am the daughter of the local sheikh. I am the injured of the revolution. The protester. The jailed. The detained. I am the tortured. The exiled. The kidnapped. The raped. I am the veiled. The…