Female voices in exile vol.6

I’ve been asking myself this question for twelve years: Why me? When every bad situation, trauma, pain and bitterness occurs in my life, I think, “Why me?” Well, I was the model girl for my family, living my life the way they wanted me to. An obedient girl who does everything that is asked of her, and wears what they ask her to wear. A girl whose life goes from school to home and home to school, all the holidays and celebrations can pass and she never leaves her house. I entered high school, and my father distributed candy late after he was sure that I would enter high school, although at the end of each grade he told me that I should stop and that this education is enough for a girl, so why do I need it? A girl doesn’t need education.