WHERE WERE YOU TODAY AAFIA? IN FACT WHERE DO YOU GO EVERYDAY BECAUSE YOU NEVER SEEM TO BE WHERE YOU SAY YOU ARE!
As I walked into the kitchen screaming followed
I KNOW YOU AREN'T AT THE PLACES YOU SAY YOU ARE. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN EVERYDAY?
please don't look inside the bag...
WHATS EVEN IN THE BAG ANYWAYS?!
Not the bag, not the bag, not the bag...
I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT. You know what happens when this happens.
WHAT WAS YOU DOING WITH MEN'S CLOTHES... WAIT... Why are they my clothes? Aafia, have you been going to school as me?
You know that won't cut it this time...
I'm sorry Sana, all I want is an education that I know I'll never get as a woman here. I just want to learn how to read and write... I'm sorry I lied. I really am.
I know... I am so sorry Sana.
I see everyone crowding around me. Waiting. Waiting for Sana to end my life. But all I can think about is learning. If given the chance to do it all over again, I would make the same choices as before. I hope Muslim women find education and find a place where they can drive cars, get an education, get to pick their own jobs and can be free.
As I wait for Sana to come, I start to feel all warm inside, because I know the afterlife and in heaven I'll be taught everyday. I hear the rocks being kicked around and the reload of a gun. I know I only have a few moments left. I let go of any and all regrets I've ever had and relax.