“My sister never wanted to enter into this forced marriage”

Hajera
Sister, Samangan
A veiled young girl sits sewing on a daybed.
© Sayed Habib Bidell

“About a year ago, one afternoon, my mother and I were not at home and my little sister, Mahboba, wanted to fix the water pipe behind our house. So, she asked Omid, our neighbour’s son, for help, but she didn’t know that asking him for help would lead to many problems for her. 

When I returned home, Mahboba was deeply worried. The Taliban had taken Omid with them and whenever informants saw Omid and Mahboba together, they reported it. Mahboba found herself under endless questioning from all sides, but she just smiled and said: ‘What have I done to deserve all this criticism?’ 

 Our local councillor advised Mahboba: ‘If the Taliban come, tell them that Omid wanted to take you by force.’ But my sister refused and said, ‘I'm not lying,’ with a smile on her face. Our uncle was furious and shouted, ‘You are still smiling, despite everything! If the Taliban take you, our honour will be destroyed.’ 

Finally, the Taliban demanded a bribe of 100,000 afghanis and that Mahboba marry an acquaintance who had now joined the Taliban. However, my sister never wanted to enter into this forced marriage.

My uncle organized a gathering at our house. Mahboba and I were in our room, and she said: ‘Sister, I’m still too young to die.’ I asked: ‘What are you talking about? Are you going crazy?’ She laughed loudly and said, ‘Everyone's worried about their honour; not me.’ Her frustration broke, and tears began to flow. 

Mahboba had often expressed her desire to become a lawyer and advocate for women’s rights. She was in the tenth grade when the doors of schools were shut for girls.  

While she was trimming her hair, she asked me: ‘Is my hair beautiful?’ I responded, ‘Yes.’ And she said: ‘You know, I want to cut my hair short and dye it like European girls and throw it away.’  

Right at that moment, there was a knock at the gate of our house. It was our local councillor. He said that the Taliban were coming to arrest Mahboba.

As night fell, Mahboba said: ‘You’re just worried about our mother. I don’t want her to suffer because of me.’ I went to get tea for the local councillor.  

Suddenly, we heard fluttering noises above the house, like pigeons. My uncle went to check. He screamed and I ran. We found a rope around Mahboba’s neck, and her dead body hanging down from the ceiling. Mahboba still had a smile on her face.

They took her body to the mortuary to determine if she had had sexual relations with Omid before her death. However, the Taliban prevented the body from being taken to the forensics department, and the case was closed on the spot. 

That night, the radio announced, ‘A 20-year-old girl committed suicide due to family problems’.” 

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