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Part 2

The screams were faint and shallow. Amani closed her eyes in disgust as the tall Arabian man finished his business and left her apartment. Once he vacated the premisis, Amani rushed to the front door and locked it, breathing heavily in the process. She never wanted to see his face again.
After the tears came flooding down her cheeks, Smani walked to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her clothes were in tatters, since the man had ripped them to shreds as he assaulted her. Amani removed them slowly, wincing at the pain from the bruises she recieved near her waist, and neck area. They were deep purple, a color Amani now detested. She looked at herself in a new light, one she knew would be dimming in the days to come.
After a few more minutes of looking herself over, Amani painfully walked to her bedroom and changed back into her regular clothes. She quickly put on her veil so that her face could not be seen, which hid the temporary bruises from her father. No one would be able to see what the molester had done, since her outfit had to cover her skin from head to toe. This was the only time Amani felt grateful that she had to wear this garment.
Thirty minutes later Amani heard footsteps coming through the front door. She smiled since her father was now home, and would not let that man intrude once more. She ran over to him with delight. "Saloom father, I am glad you are home." Her father smiled and patted his young daughters head. "I am looking forward to our meal," he said anxiously.
A feeling of dread overcame her body. She had forgotten to make dinner! Amani looked at her father fearfully. "Dinner is not finished," she said sadly. Her father's rage became aparent and he immediately slapped his daughter across the face. "You're one job is to cook a meal, and you aren't even good enough for that!" Amani ran from his sight and back into the kitchen, immediately turning on the stove to finish sautering the vegetables. Her mother joined her inside.
"Amani, you know you must prepare dinner each night, why have you forgotten?" Amani looked over at her mother's worried face. "I appologize mother," she said quietly. "It was taking longer than I imagined."
Amani finished the meal and brought it into the dining room to serve each member of her family. Her father was sitting at the head of the table, with both his sons on each side of him. He began to drool as he watched the food being served. Amani sat down at the other end of the table, alongside her mother and younger sister Saheera. She quietly lifted her head after they prayed and dug her fork into the brocolli.
Dinner laster only half an hour, and Amani's father went directly to bed. Amani watched him leave the room with sadness, knowing she could never tell him her horrible story. She knew the consequences too well, since all Saudi women abide by them. Any woman who is raped, is either severly punished, or killed.