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A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 4

He waited for a little while
I mourned for my mother
Then it was time for me to be a wife.
I baked 
I cleaned
He bought me a real present 
And complemented my cooking
Then he came to me in the night
I was scared
I was only fifteen trapped in a marriage I didn't want
What was I supposed to do
Except be a good wife?
A submissive wife?
I wore a burka
I wasn't allowed to cry
I lived to please him
I was trapped.

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