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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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