Every time I would go back, I would find my cousins and friends with scarves on their faces, and I would ask, "What happened?" And they'd be like, "Our husbands beat us." But we are
Cada vez que volvía, encontraba a mis primas y amigas con pañuelos tapando sus rostros, y yo les preguntaba: "¿Qué pasó?" Y ellas: "Nuestros maridos nos golpearon". ¡Pero