Up until I was 16, I healed my sadness by crying, mostly at nights  when everyone would sleep and I would sob in my pillow, until that one night  when I found out my friend was killed in the name of honor.
Do svoje šesnaeste godine svoju tugu sam liječila plakanjem uglavnom tijekom noći dok su ostali spavali a ja bih jecala u svoj jastuk, sve do one noći kada sam saznala  da mi je prijateljica ubijena u ime časti.