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Chains. When I first open my eyes I see chains. Chains with bones, chains with teeth. The ground is hard and there are fluffy things around me, pushing me away from the warmth of my mother. Everyone stares at me, like I am something rotten that needs to be discarded. He heads toward me- I donβt know who he is, but he is coming toward me-, and when he is close enough to hear my breaths, he slips a chain around my neck. I have a padlock, its shiny metal mirrors my face. I have a light shade of
One of the many stories behind doors, in Egypt life is different and social expectations sometimes would not make sense to Western culture. This one story is inspired by a lot of friends in my circle. Who just got married because they are expected to. This is a small window into normal Egyptian life.
Chains. When I first open my eyes I see chains. Chains with bones, chains with teeth. The ground is hard and there are fluffy things around me, pushing me away from the warmth of my mother. Everyone stares at me, like I am something rotten that needs to be discarded. He heads toward me- I donβt know who he is, but he is coming toward me-, and when he is close enough to hear my breaths, he slips a chain around my neck. I have a padlock, its shiny metal mirrors my face. I have a light shade of
One of the many stories behind doors, in Egypt life is different and social expectations sometimes would not make sense to Western culture. This one story is inspired by a lot of friends in my circle. Who just got married because they are expected to. This is a small window into normal Egyptian life.