I can remember the day it started vividly
we were all watching TV in the parlour,
then suddenly the light was gone
and then I innocently clung to my big uncles leg...
only to be carried and the I felt his palm on my breast molding,and squeezing
at that young age of 8 I thought he was just rubbing on me just to keep me calm,
he kept doing it till i was 9
he was a muslim cleric
i can still remember him punishing me for refusing to come to his house in the open
saying i was a Dullard...
© juhainah ibrahim