“Are you a virgin?” She lied and said that she wasn’t. Just so they’d let her marry a friend of hers. She didn’t love him, but they’re friends. He understands her situation, And wants to help her move out of her parents’ house.
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
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.
Unlike most girls, I never had any expectations or dreams about my wedding night. Nor did I exert any effort to think of what would happen once I was alone with my husband—whom I hardly knew—for the first time.
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.
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