She curled in the kitchen corner, tears streaming down her cheeks. Why me? Why was I not born a man? She kept on asking herself those questions, no one was there to listen. She got up and decided to cook for the men in the meeting, after all her place is in the kitchen, she thought.

Her mother looked into her daughter's eyes and saw so much sorrow. She held her hand and said," your food is quite tasty, the men will love it." My daughter, she continued, "never give up you are our only hope." She embraced her mother so tight and cried to her heart's...