She was only nine, yet her eyes had seen more than mine. This girl had been raped but no one cared, all stood and gaped at this creature who had “cheated” on her spouse with charcoal eyes she was almost a mouse. It wasn’t her fault I thought, my blood boiled and my hands became hot eyes downcast and legs shaking,I felt this child’s heart quaking. Standing in a weary place filled with dust, no sign of hatred on her face, I could not handle the intensity of those knowing eyes which bore into mine full of pity begging silently for aide, I looked away towards the crowd who had gathered here today. She didn’t say anything, not even a yelp, raw anger lingered in the air, this to me almost wasn’t fair. On the inside I yearned to fight, to give aide to this sweet little thing dressed in all black. those dark eyes closed as we all formed a ring around a sinner who was an adulterous and lustful fiend ,Instinctively towards her I leaned she was truly innocent; her rapist could have been stopped As others picked up stones, I mopped sweat off my brow, praying for Allah to stop this execution somehow .One stone met her eye and the young girl started to cry as a fountain of blood sprang forth and showed what the female was worth she was nothing to me anymore.Girls who are raped are dead, and live through legend and lore. I could see her mother throw a stone that hit this victim on the chest and she let out a moan. I made up my mind for it was interesting to find being raped left an invisible stain which turned this girl into someone worthless who deserved pain. I have been affected by this sea of raging people, all friends with me and in my tiny middle eastern home, where holy prophets once did roam ,I picked up a jagged rock and threwas viciously as I could, for if I interrupted the status quo and went against what all my kin know change would come here and change is rotten and filthy like fear. The rock hit it with a ringing thudAnd then the thing fell in the mud. Laughing the group taunted and leered screaming like animals they all jeered.Then a bubble burst in my stomach.And my sister, my only friend was gone. She was only nine. She was only nine, yet her eyes had seen more than mine. This girl had been raped but no one cared, all stood and gaped at this creature who had “cheated” on her spouse with charcoal eyes she was almost a mouse. It wasn’t her fault I thought, my blood boiled and my hands became hot eyes downcast and legs shaking,I felt this child’s heart quaking. Standing in a weary place filled with dust, no sign of hatred on her face, I could not handle the intensity of those knowing eyes which bore into mine full of pity begging silently for aide, I looked away towards the crowd who had gathered here today. She didn’t say anything, not even a yelp, raw anger lingered in the air, this to me almost wasn’t fair. On the inside I yearned to fight, to give aide to this sweet little thing dressed in all black. those dark eyes closed as we all formed a ring around a sinner who was an adulterous and lustful fiend ,Instinctively towards her I leaned she was truly innocent; her rapist could have been stopped As others picked up stones, I mopped sweat off my brow, praying for Allah to stop this execution somehow .One stone met her eye and the young girl started to cry as a fountain of blood sprang forth and showed what the female was worth she was nothing to me anymore.Girls who are raped are dead, and live through legend and lore. I could see her mother throw a stone that hit this victim on the chest and she let out a moan. I made up my mind for it was interesting to find being raped left an invisible stain which turned this girl into someone worthless who deserved pain. I have been affected by this sea of raging people, all friends with me and in my tiny middle eastern home, where holy prophets once did roam ,I picked up a jagged rock and threwas viciously as I could, for if I interrupted the status quo and went against what all my kin know change would come here and change is rotten and filthy like fear. The rock hit it with a ringing thudAnd then the thing fell in the mud. Laughing the group taunted and leered screaming like animals they all jeered.Then a bubble burst in my stomach.And my sister, my only friend was gone. She was only nine. She was only nine, yet her eyes had seen more than mine. This girl had been raped but no one cared, all stood and gaped at this creature who had “cheated” on her spouse with charcoal eyes she was almost a mouse. It wasn’t her fault I thought, my blood boiled and my hands became hot eyes downcast and legs shaking,I felt this child’s heart quaking. Standing in a weary place filled with dust, no sign of hatred on her face, I could not handle the intensity of those knowing eyes which bore into mine full of pity begging silently for aide, I looked away towards the crowd who had gathered here today. She didn’t say anything, not even a yelp, raw anger lingered in the air, this to me almost wasn’t fair. On the inside I yearned to fight, to give aide to this sweet little thing dressed in all black. those dark eyes closed as we all formed a ring around a sinner who was an adulterous and lustful fiend ,Instinctively towards her I leaned she was truly innocent; her rapist could have been stopped As others picked up stones, I mopped sweat off my brow, praying for Allah to stop this execution somehow .One stone met her eye and the young girl started to cry as a fountain of blood sprang forth and showed what the female was worth she was nothing to me anymore.Girls who are raped are dead, and live through legend and lore. I could see her mother throw a stone that hit this victim on the chest and she let out a moan. I made up my mind for it was interesting to find being raped left an invisible stain which turned this girl into someone worthless who deserved pain. I have been affected by this sea of raging people, all friends with me and in my tiny middle eastern home, where holy prophets once did roam ,I picked up a jagged rock and threwas viciously as I could, for if I interrupted the status quo and went against what all my kin know change would come here and change is rotten and filthy like fear. The rock hit it with a ringing thudAnd then the thing fell in the mud. Laughing the group taunted and leered screaming like animals they all jeered.Then a bubble burst in my stomach.And my sister, my only friend was gone. She was only nine.