Why was I born a girl?
Being born a girl is like a death sentence. Especially, a Muslim girl.
If I was a guy, I could put my middle finger up to the world.
If someone held me down, I would leave.
If where I was wasn’t where I wanted to be, I could move.
No one would judge me and no one can stop me, because I would have balls and it would be my God-given right.
