Story of Najwa
My name is Najwa. Once upon a time, my dream was to become a hairdresser. I did not continue my school education because of political events, but all I wanted to be was a hairdresser. I actually did try to sign up for a course, but they didn’t accept me. I got really upset; I was not even 14 years old at the time. On my way back home, my parents told me that I had a marriage offer. I said that I needed to see him first. We sat down together and conversed. It appeared to me that we had a lot in common.
I agreed on marrying him. A lot of men came before him asking my hand in marriage, but I did not want them. We got married without a wedding. My uncle had passed away, and after 40 days, I only wore a white dress. I was really scared at first. I did not know anything; I was young and he taught me everything. While we were engaged, he told me what would happen on our first night. No one else told me anything.
Now that we are married, I spend most of my time at home and with my mother-in-law. Before getting married while I was still a child, I used to do whatever I wanted, the way I wanted, and however I wanted things to be. Now, none of that applies to me anymore. If I want to have fun, I would watch television or knit wool.
I am now 17 years old, and it’s been 3 years since I have gotten married. I would love to have a child, but we don’t have any financial help. At the end of the day, the decision is my husband’s, and all my friends are far away. I can’t consult them.