Prologue
330 Words
The wind howled through the village, sweeping fine grains of sand into the air. The moon cast a pale glow over the round huts, their thatched roofs trembling under the desert breeze. Inside one of them, Ayaan Mohamed, only twelve years old, sat in silence, her small hands trembling in her lap. She had heard the screams earlier that day—sharp, gut-wrenching cries that tore through the village like a warning. Tomorrow, it would be her turn.
She glanced at her mother, Khadija, who sat by the fire, stirring a pot of thin soup. There was sadness in her eyes, but also resignation. “It is our way,” she had whispered when Ayaan begged her not to let it happen. “You must be strong.”
But Ayaan did not want to be strong. She wanted to run, to disappear into the night, to escape the fate that awaited her at sunrise. Her best friend, Safiyo, had tried to resist, but resistance had only made it worse. The village elders had called her disobedient, and her punishment had been harsher.
Outside, footsteps approached. The door creaked open, revealing the towering figure of Ugas Abdi, the village elder. His lined face was hardened with age, his eyes sharp and unyielding. “Tomorrow, you become a woman,” he announced. “You will bring honor to your family.”
Ayaan swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart pounding against her ribs. The room felt smaller, the air heavier. She wanted to scream, to protest, but she knew it would not matter. No girl had ever escaped. No girl had ever said no.
Yet as she lay awake that night, staring at the woven ceiling of her hut, a thought took root in her mind. Maybe no one had tried hard enough. Maybe, just maybe, she could be the first.
And so, as the village slept, Ayaan made a silent promise to herself. She would not surrender. She would run.
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