When I was ten years old,
The sheikh called me to him and took me inside a closet,
Where he touched my private parts.
When I told my mother, she said,
“You must’ve done something wrong.”
Done something wrong?
I was ten years old.
I was modestly dressed and was wearing the hijab.
And even if I weren’t modestly dressed,
He’s a sheikh.
That means he’s supposed to protect me from harm’s way, right?
Isn’t that his job?
I hate him.
But I hate my mother more for defending him.