It is 8am and I am getting ready for my day. Because of the conflict, and my close proximity to the Green Zone, my day is not very exciting. You will notice as you read my story that my existence is dim because I am a female. With the high number of transients (non-Muslims) in my town, I am forced to be discreet in my beliefs, but also in my daily routine.
My day starts with my mother and me getting breakfast ready for my father and brother. At 7am I walk to a bread store to get bread for the day. I have to leave early before all of the men are on the streets, and also before my brother and father are requesting their breakfast.
By 9am my brother and father are off to work. I get started on my day. My little sister attends classes at the public library, and I go with her because she cannot go alone.
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