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I escaped the Arab Muslim wedding, because my parents were murdered in front of me at the age of six and my Egyptian grandmother handed me over to UNICEF (to be ‘left for adoption’ after she got permission from the Mullahs—adopting being illegal in Egypt) because she could not fathom having a chocolate colored granddaughter in her White Arabic family.
Thus I cannot speak on the horror of having no feeling, no clitoris.But we’re talking about female genital mutilation—is there any comfortable or cozy way to talk about it? I was vaginally infibulated in Omdurman, Sudan soon after my birth.Infibulation in my region of Africa in 1969 meant that the muscles inside the vagina were cut loose and reconfigured ‘tighter’ (supposedly to incur ‘purity’ as the Mullahs claimed that the Koran states: “Woman is Impure”).She and my new Black American father rushed me to D. General Hospital that night, horrified at the stitching between my thighs.My life is not typical of the African girl who has been circumcised or infibulated. My Black American parents wanted to have my vagina “corrected” at 16—but I refused because it was the only thing that connected me to my birth mother.She added that he said he was prepared to spend “vast amounts of money” to do so.
In her autobiography, Diary of a Lost Girl: The Autobiography of Kola Boof, the poet wrote of Bin Laden: “He said that he had a paramount desire for Whitney Houston, and although he claimed music was evil he spoke of someday spending vast amounts of money to go to America and try to arrange a meeting with her.” She continued: “He said he wanted to give Whitney Houston a mansion that he owned in a suburb of Khartoum.
An older woman with big bare tits wouldn’t be having this genital cutting experience—a small child would.
Certainly, I have no problem with the charcoal skin (what East Africans refer to as “Biblical Days Black”—the color of our original Cushitic mother).
But protocol follows that years after this ritual—at your wedding ceremony, the groom is given a small razor.
This is to slit you open so he can begin penetrating you on the ‘wedding bed’—a process that can take weeks.
No matter how many of them I bedded, it appeared to each next guy that I was a virgin.