I tip toe out of my hut. I have planned this for days, I am leaving my father’s house. I am not ready to marry a sixty years old man when am only thirteen.

“Who’s there?” My mother rushes towards me with a kerosene lamp in her hand.
I halt, I look into her eyes, tears run down my eyes, if she scream, my father and my brothers would rush out and there’s no way to escape. I turned towards the house, maybe not today.

“Go Aisha, I wish I was as bold as you, May Allah go with you. “


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