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This is from Aayan Hirsi Ali's uplifting but harrowing autobiography Infidel, when she recounts the procedure done to her and her sister Haweya (who never recovered psychologically):
"two other women held my legs apart. The man, who was probably an itinerant traditional circumciser from the blacksmith clan, picked up a pair of scissors. With the other hand, he caught hold of the place between my legs and started tweaking it, like Grandma milking a goat. "There it is, there is the kintir", one of the women said.
Then the scissors went down between my legs and the man cut off my inner labia and clitoris. I heard it, like a butcher snipping the fat off a piece of meat. A piercing pain shot up between my legs, indescribable, and I howled. The came the sewing: a long blunt needle clumsily pushing into my bleeding outer labia, my loud and anguished protests, Grandma's words of comfort and encouragement. "It's just this once in your life, Aayan. Be brave, he's almost finished." When the sewing was finished, the man cut of the thread with his teeth.
That's all I can recall of it.
But I do remember Haweya's bloodcurdling howls. Though she was the youngest- she was four, I five, Mahad six- Haweya must have struggled much more than I did, because the man made some bad cuts on Haweya's thighs. She carried the scars of them her whole life."
Their suffering continued for weeks and Haweya had to be re-sewn. Both caught infections and suffered excruciating pain while urinating.
Later she describes her first sexual experience on her wedding night (lucky girl).
"It wasn't rape. I wanted to have sex with Mahmud- just not this way. He gasped and shoved and sweated with the effort of forcing open my scar. It was horribly painful and took so long. I gritted my teeth and endured the pain until I became numb. Afterward Mahmud fell heavily asleep, and I went and washed again in the hideous bathroom. In every respect my wedding night had turned out exactly as [her friend] had described hers". |
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