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Imagine for a moment that you are 6-years-old and you are woken in the early hours, bathed and then dressed in rags before being led down to an ominous looking tent at the end of your garden. And there, you are subjected to the cruellest cut, ordered by your own mother. Forced down on a bed, her legs held apart, Hibo Warderewas made to undergo female genital cutting, a process so brutal, she nearly died. As a teenager she moved to London in the shadow of the Somalian Civil War where she quickly learnt the procedure she had undergone in her home country was not normal in the west. She embarked on a journey to understand FGM and its roots, whilst raising her own family and dealing with the devastating consequences of the cutting in her own life. Today Hibo finds herself working in London as an FGM campaigner, helping young girls whose families plan to take them abroad for the procedure. She has vowed to devote herself to the campaign against FGM. Eloquent and searingly honest, this is Hibos memoir which promises not only to tell her remarkable story but also to shed light on a medieval practice thats being carried out in the 21st century, right on our doorstep. FGM in the UK has gone undocumented for too long and now thats going to change. Devastating, empowering and informative, this book brings to life a clash of cultures at the heart of contemporary society and shows how female genital mutilation is a very British problem.

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First published in Great Britain by Simon Schuster UK Ltd 2016 A CBS - photo 1
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First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2016
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Copyright 2016 by Hibo Wardere and Anna Wharton Media Ltd

This book is copyright under the Berne Convention.
No reproduction without permission.
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The right of Hibo Wardere and Anna Wharton to be identified as the authors of this work has been asserted by them in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

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Trade paperback ISBN: 978-1-4711-5398-3
eBook ISBN: 978-1-4711-5400-3

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Printed in the UK by CPI Group (UK) Ltd, Croydon, CR0 4YY

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To my children

While this book gives a faithful account of the authors experiences, names and some details have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved.

Prologue

T he sky at the windows had turned from black to a midnight blue, as the sounds of a waking Mogadishu began filtering in through our curtains. The hungry bleating of the sheep and goats we kept tethered outside carried through the air, as the neighbours busied themselves with breakfast, clattering pots and pans as they fed families who, like us, slept fifteen to a villa; a hungry baby cried for milk after a long sleep, while the chickens clucked and scratched around in the dirt in the hope of finding one little grain left over from the day before. And, of course, there was the clockwork crow of the cockerel, puffing out his wings as he emerged from his own slumber and once again beating the imam in his minaret to his call to morning prayers. In the distance, the sound of engines stoked up, as the men set out to work or to mosque, after a breakfast cooked by their wives. And, further away, fishermen were getting ready to cast their lines out for another day in the Indian Ocean, determined to return with a bigger catch than yesterday, perhaps a fish so huge they wouldnt have to work for the rest of the week.

I had been roused from my sleep by the light touch of Hoyos hand stroking my legs, her gentle voice calling to me in the darkness.

Hibo, my mother sang in a whisper. Hibo... Wake up.

And now, my bones still heavy with slumber, my hand in hers, she led me from the bedroom I shared with my cousins. I could just make out the sleeping silhouettes of Fatima, Amina and Saida in their single beds, just feet from me but far away in their dreams. My cotton nightdress had offered little relief from the heat of the Somali night, and now it flapped around my ankles as Hoyo led me through our silent villa.

It was not yet 5am, too early for the sunlight to have begun its creep through our windows and across the floors, but the warmth of the previous day and every day before that permeated each brick of our home. We lived with the heat, we were blind to it; the nights were hot in Somalia, the days even hotter.

Slivers of light shone out from under the doors of the rooms we passed, muted sounds of my aunties shuffling behind them, readying themselves for another day of cooking and cleaning.

Except today was different.

Hoyo took me into the kitchen, where shed lit the fire in the middle of the room and filled our tin bath. Slowly, she pulled my nightdress over my head and lifted me, still sleepy, into the warm water. She started to wash me, dipping the cloth into the water and rubbing it in the soap, then gently transferring the suds to my skin. Over and over she went, her touch much lighter than Id ever known before. She sang softly, as she always did, folk songs that had soothed my ears as a baby, long before Id understood any of the words.

My pretty girl... The prettiest in the world to me...

Every so often shed pull me towards her to kiss my temples and tell me how much she loved me. As my mind slowly surfaced to full consciousness, it didnt occur to me to ask why Id been woken at this hour or why I was having a bath this morning rather than at night; instead, I simply basked in the haze of tenderness.

Today is going to be a big day, Hibo, Hoyo said, planting a kiss on my soapy shoulders. Youre going to be a brave girl, and I will be there with you. Youll never forget it. And I will be there the whole time. I smiled to myself, sleepy and warm, as she pulled me in for another hug. I love you, she said, kissing my face again and again.

If I had looked more closely at her face, would I have seen anxiety trace a path across it? Would I have noticed that her brown eyes twinkled less than usual this morning?

Finally, it was time to get out of the bath. Hoyo hooked her hands under my armpits, as shed done a thousand times before, and lifted me out of the water, drying me as gently as shed washed me. Yet when she was finished, she didnt dress me in any of the beautiful clothes that Id been given at my party not the red-and-yellow dress with matching shoes, or even the blue one instead, she put me in rags, an old dress that must have belonged to one of my cousins years before and now didnt even look fit for playing hopscotch in. She forgot to put any underwear on me too, but that didnt matter; once my cousins were awake, Id rummage through the bedroom drawers for some cotton briefs.

Now come over here and eat some breakfast, Hibo, Hoyo said.

My eyes lit up at the sight of anjero. I watched as she poured the creamy batter into the pan, and how it bubbled and fizzed into sourdough pancakes over the flames of the fire. She fished one out with a flat knife it was as big as a dinner plate and doused it in more butter and sugar than she would ever let me put on myself.

Come and eat, she said, scooping me on to her lap, my long skinny legs dangling over the sides of each of hers. My little potbelly still ached from all the wonderful food from the last two days, but I did as she said, because she was my Hoyo and pancakes were my favourite.

As I ate, she kissed the back of my neck, again telling me, Everything is going to be fine today, before placing me back down on my feet as she got up to make me another anjero. And another. By the third one even my eyes werent so greedy, and my stomach groaned inwardly.

If you love me you will eat this as well, Hoyo said.

And I ate it because I did I loved my mother more than anything else in the whole wide world.

Hoyo was clutching a kettle of water as we stepped out of the kitchen and into our yard. The ground had already been swept and covered in water to stop the dust from wafting up as the day wore on. This process would be repeated as the sun made its way through the sky east to west, to save the wind blowing the dirt back into the villa that Hoyo and my aunties would spend the morning cleaning.

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