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It's a gloomy day when a daughter is born
When I was born, people in our village commiserated with my mother and nobody congratulated my father…I was a girl in a land where rifles are fired in celebration of a son, while daughters are hidden away behind a curtain, their role in life simply to prepare food and give birth to children…It’s a gloomy day when a daughter is born.
My father says he looked into my eyes after I was born and fell in love. He told people: ‘I know there is something different about this child.’
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