(THIS ARTICLE IS ONLY MACHINE TRANSLATED by Google from Norwegian)
One autumn day, I visit my friend Kassim. It is warm in the weather, we set up on plastic chairs in the garden outside the house he cares for. He has made tea and we have time for a chat. Everything is fine with the wife who has been to hospital, he says, but he wants to talk about the woman who was lying in bed next to him. "She had no father, her brother promised her to a man both the mother and the girl were against. Before the wedding, the girl guy put on her, she died during the days I was visiting, ”he says.
We talk about violence against women, and I tell about those we met in Herat, many of the women talked about men's violence as one. . .
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