I thought I did something wrong.
I did something wrong because I’m pretty.
He followed me and did what he did because I’m pretty.
When I got older, I learned to hide my beauty.
Because I knew it might bring me harm.
I used to get very upset and tense when someone told me I was pretty.
Because I felt that something bad was bound to happen.
When I was 14, I wanted to get a gender reassignment operation like Fawzia in the movie Al-Sada Al-Regal.
Because if I were to become a man, I’d be able to stay out late, ride a bike.
I could walk down the street without fearing that someone would kidnap me
or do something to me.
