Being a girl is not a crime

This is a story that I say is not sexy. My pain is a comprehensive pain. If you do not like it, do not eat it because it does not satisfy you. I was 16 years old. I fell in love with a boy when I was 19 years old. I was a devil, but I did not want to go under the load. I was, but it was getting colder day by day until the last time his friend saw that he had spread my photos in his friend's groups and raised his eyebrows. He called our blood. I was crying in front of my mother. God, I prayed to God. My mother was heartbroken. Shim Ingar electricity meter or odometer from that day hell opened its doors to Rome I was beaten all the time, I was bruised, my body was threatened, they beat me from the bottom of my room, I was imprisoned like a solitary, I did not even have the right to smoke cigarettes to my tired lungs, to drink even wine, My gold is a disgrace to my sexual desire. My poison is theirs. Natural corpse. Playing is both clever. Love is interpreted as stupidity. I watched with regret as a child. Boys play football. Let decency be suppressed. Principles of life. The value of a human being is not a double gram. A human being must be loyal and emotional. No, these are the corpses of the game. I have no right. I am not in my captivity. I am not at the head of the Iran-Portugal game. Excuse me, my friend Hansfrey, four sad songs with bitter coffee, being a girl is a crime, even my photo My declaration is forbidden, but at the height of my homelessness, that boy is hatching with his girlfriend and his friend in the north. I am wet too. I wrote and I wrote a book, I said it is not in accordance with Islamic culture, in a moment I wanted to kill my talent, I ignored it, I drew a picture of a girl with cigarette smoke next to a wooden cafe table in my hand My money, what do they do to me with my diploma? In this inflation, in this price of dollars, in this unemployment rate, a waiter is not even given a master's degree. Because boy, not because of gender discrimination and patriarchy and patriarchy of us who passed away, the mirrors also lied about the story written by Katie