I learned one day that my neighbor whom I used to play with was getting married. She was almost 16 years old. “I’ve got something that my husband will take from me and throw away tomorrow morning,” she said.
When I was little My mother told me that a girl’s private parts are called a box of pearls When I got older and we learned about reproduction I asked my mother and she told me the same thing that our teacher Mr. Mahmoud told me
In my family, it’s neither accepted nor allowed for a girl to not be a virgin before marriage. I don’t know how intercourse works, and I’m afraid of it. I feel that the hymen itself is shackling and imprisoning me.