What the...??
I happened to read this item on a very enlightening blog a couple of days back http://www.therationalfool.blogspot.com
I'm taking the liberty to copy paste a couple of paras from the article. And it is chilling. I almost shouted out of fear and now I have all sorts of negative thoughts running in my head. What if the child I am carrying is a girl? How can I protect her? Will I be able to do a good job like my parents? Can I handle it? I don't have answers but I'm praying to all the Gods that I believe in to give me strength and do the right thing. Women, do read the article fully.
Here are a few paras:
Her Sexuality
Grandma swung her hand from side to side and said, "Once this long kintir is removed, you and your sister will be pure." From Grandma's words and gestures I gathered that this hideous kintir, my clitoris, would one day grow so long that it would swing sideways between my legs. She caught hold of me and gripped my upper body in the same position as she had put Mahad. Two other women held my legs apart. The man, who was probably from an itinerant traditional circumciser from the blacksmith clan, picked up a pair of scissors. With the other hand, he caught hold of the place between my legs, and started tweaking it like Grandma milking a goat. "There it is, there is the kintir," one of the women said.Then the scissors went down between my legs and the man cut off my inner labia and clitoris. I heard it, like a butcher snipping the fat off a piece of meat. A piercing pain shot up between my legs, indescribable, and I howled. Then came the sewing: the long, blunt needle pushed into my bleeding outer labia, my loud and anguished protests, Grandma's words of comfort and encouragement. "It's just this once in your life, Ayaan. Be brave, he's almost finished."When the sewing was finished, the man cut off the thread with his teeth.That's all I can recall of it.But I do remember Haweya's bloodcurdling howls...Haweya was never the same afterward. She became ill with a fever for several weeks and lost a lot of weight. She had horrible nightmares, and during the day, began stomping off to be alone. My once cheerful, playful little sister changed. Sometime she just stared vacantly at nothing for hours...— Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Infidel, New York: Free Press, 2008
I'm taking the liberty to copy paste a couple of paras from the article. And it is chilling. I almost shouted out of fear and now I have all sorts of negative thoughts running in my head. What if the child I am carrying is a girl? How can I protect her? Will I be able to do a good job like my parents? Can I handle it? I don't have answers but I'm praying to all the Gods that I believe in to give me strength and do the right thing. Women, do read the article fully.
Here are a few paras:
Her Sexuality
Grandma swung her hand from side to side and said, "Once this long kintir is removed, you and your sister will be pure." From Grandma's words and gestures I gathered that this hideous kintir, my clitoris, would one day grow so long that it would swing sideways between my legs. She caught hold of me and gripped my upper body in the same position as she had put Mahad. Two other women held my legs apart. The man, who was probably from an itinerant traditional circumciser from the blacksmith clan, picked up a pair of scissors. With the other hand, he caught hold of the place between my legs, and started tweaking it like Grandma milking a goat. "There it is, there is the kintir," one of the women said.Then the scissors went down between my legs and the man cut off my inner labia and clitoris. I heard it, like a butcher snipping the fat off a piece of meat. A piercing pain shot up between my legs, indescribable, and I howled. Then came the sewing: the long, blunt needle pushed into my bleeding outer labia, my loud and anguished protests, Grandma's words of comfort and encouragement. "It's just this once in your life, Ayaan. Be brave, he's almost finished."When the sewing was finished, the man cut off the thread with his teeth.That's all I can recall of it.But I do remember Haweya's bloodcurdling howls...Haweya was never the same afterward. She became ill with a fever for several weeks and lost a lot of weight. She had horrible nightmares, and during the day, began stomping off to be alone. My once cheerful, playful little sister changed. Sometime she just stared vacantly at nothing for hours...— Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Infidel, New York: Free Press, 2008
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