At 21 years old, my husband took me to a field and cut off both of my hands… But what happened afterward made an entire country remember my name.
I was twenty-one when I learned that the man sleeping beside you can be more dangerous than any stranger.
My name was Ayşe, and I had been married for only eight months. In our village, people still called me “the newlywed.” I was still learning how to live in my husband’s house, how to speak softly, wake up before dawn, and hide my fear before it showed on my face.
