Chapter 1: Primary 6 Girl*My name is Amira.I was 14 years old. I was in Primary 6. I was a small girl, preparing for my common entrance exam. My dream was to go to secondary school. I loved school so much.I lived with my mother. My mother is a single mother. She is a strong woman. She suffered a lot for me and my brothers and sisters. She would do any work to feed us. I have never forgotten her struggle.One day, a woman came to our house. She came to talk to my mother. She said, "Let me take your daughter to Libya. She will finish her studies there. There is good school in Libya."My mother looked at me. She wanted a better future for me. She thought Libya would be better than our village. She agreed because she loved me and wanted me to have education.I was so happy that day. I packed my small bag. I thought I was going to a big school with fine uniform and books. I said goodbye to my mother and my brothers and sisters. I did not know that was the last time I would see them as a small child.The journey was very hard. We did not go by plane. We passed through the desert. The desert road is not a road for humans. There was no water, there was too much sun. We were many in the car. I was scared, but I kept telling myself, "I am going to school."But when I arrived in Libya, there was no school.The people there told me, "There is no school for you. You must work as a housemaid. You must pay burger money."I did not understand what burger meant. They said it is the money they used to bring me.The first agreement they told my mother was one year and six months. But because I was a small child, I did not know anything, I did not know how to talk, they cheated me. They said I must pay for three years.For three years, life was very hard. I worked from morning till night. I cleaned, I washed, I cooked. They treated me badly. Sometimes they gave me bad food, old rice that had spoiled. I would cry at night in my small room. I missed my mother. I missed my school. But I told myself, "Amira, endure. One day you will be free."I counted every month, every year.After three long years, I finally got my freedom. They said, "You have finished paying."I left that house. I went to live with my sister - my brother's girlfriend. We came from the same place. We came to this country together. She was the only family I had in Libya.When I got to her house, I thought my suffering had finished. I thought now I can rest. I thought now I can start school again.I did not know that a new part of my life, a more painful part, was about to start. A part that would make me become a mother when I was still a child myself.To be continued.