Sibel
I was combing my hair in my room. I was the only one who touched my hair. I couldn't trust anyone else. Whenever someone else touched my hair, it felt as if my whole body ached. I couldn't hold back my tears. I would find myself returning to that day again.
My hair extended down to my waist. My black hair was thick. A hairdresser couldn't touch it. I always cut and styled my own hair. Even though my hair was mistreated when I was a child, it remained strong. Just like me, my hair was resilient. I grew up in a patriarchal household. I faced a lot of pressure. I was always oppressed, but in the end, I became a strong girl.
In this household, women are nothing more than slaves to men. We are obliged to serve men, host their guests, be obedient, and marry for their benefit when the ti
