I have been asked by one of my friends to comment on the marriage of 12 years old girl to 80 years old man in Buraidah of Saudi Arabia.
The truth is that I can’t write about this story. I really can’t. The reason is that that the process of writing to me is the process of imagining. It is the process of feeling each word I write. and when I imagine this story, when I imagine this little girl standing alone in one room with this monster, I feel paranoid, angry and tortured. Then, I feel a sense of insecurity, embarrassment, shame and self destruction.