Today I turned eighteen. And on this very day I was brutally beaten and assaulted. In an instant, everything was taken from me: my freedom, my dignity, even my name. Now I am nobody. Without a voice, someone else’s thing, locked between horror and that which you can’t escape. What happens next? A brothel? A closed harem? An auction where they will decide my life? They tried to break me—but they couldn’t erase me.
Just yesterday everything was perfect. I was a famous athlete, the pride of the country, happy and independent. Beside me was my beloved man, ahead of me were big dreams, and it seemed like the whole world was open to me. If someone had told me this could vanish in a second, I would’ve just laughed. But today, I’m not in the mood for laughter.
Now I have only one task—to endure, to piece myself back together, and not to lose myself in this hellish whirlpool.