But I wasn't prepared for the mental abuse and violence. The ladies I encounter are living according to Islam that calls for a woman to cover her chest among other things -- regardless if they work inside of a brothel. The day my brother was born was bittersweet; I was no longer allowed to go to school. But hovering in corners are owners who take most of the earnings.
I thought he would leave and that all this was finally over, but he remained in my life.