This artwork was displayed in Here Through The Eyes of Our Female Photographers – December of 2019, Sulaymaniyah.
Me and them we have a lot in common, they get sacrificed I do too but I may not get killed or no one cuts my head off, But in reality they sometimes do. They do kill me, but the thing that is different between me and them is I get sacrificed in more than one way, more than just facing death. My blood is all over the place all the time, yes sometimes I am too young I don’t know where I am going, I get to places that may be a surprise party, sometimes it’s a surprise but not a party. Some cases I am just forced to be married to a guy aged my dad, I simply get raped, sometimes I get drunk in confusion, sometimes I am so mad that all I can think of is getting revenge for my loss. for the parts that I have lost in a way that I cannot even remember, sometimes I know what is going on and I try I try I try to make a move to actually try to survive or raise a little voice but sooner than I thought, they sacrificed me before saying anything maybe they cut my tongue with a knife with a scissor or maybe they just hurt me by their words, worse than a knife can cut my tongue, they cut all of me. sometimes I sacrificed myself because if I don’t they will., I could talk about ways reasons stories about me and them how in common we are, that we both get sacrificed maybe for the same reason or for different reasons the thing is they can’t talk about it but what is different is I can talk but also I actually can’t.
