I was about 13 when my family decided to marry me off to a man of 29. I cried, I resisted. The pain was doubled because even at that age I was already drawn to reading about rights and freedoms. My suffering came from knowing that my rights were being violated, along with my adolescence and childhood.
But soon I had to accept the situation after hair was ripped from my head, my face smashed to the ground and threats of being pulled out of school. Any attempt to refuse this groom in front of him or his family, I was told, would end in my death.
