I was in the fifth grade.
During summer holidays we used to travel to the countryside,
To stay for a week with my father’s family in Qena.
On the day after we arrived,
They woke me up at 6 am.
My aunt told me to get up,
Because they were getting so and so done to me.
The doctor arrived,
And I was scared.
I kept begging mama to not let them do it to me.
I had some idea of what was going to happen from friends and relatives.
my grandmother’s influence was stronger than my pleas.
I was given an anesthetic.
I fell asleep,
And woke up to a pain I’ll never forget.
Just so you know,
Mama and baba are educated people.
They’re college graduates and they both have jobs.