Ever since I was a child, I used to love drawing. I may not have been talented but I used to enjoy drawing a girl wearing an embroidered, princess-like dress and tiny shoes like Cinderella’s. I was in Grade 5 in a drawing class, and I expected to exercise my talent in this arts course. I spent half the lesson time drawing this girl in her embroidered dress and putting a red ribbon in her hair and red shoes to go with the ribbon. She was such a beautiful and elegant girl. I finished the drawing and handed it over to the teacher, expecting words of praise… She was bound to love this girl as she looked a lot like Cinderella, and we all love Cinderella.
I look at the officer and ask smilingly: “Do you think I am a terrorist because I am a Yemeni?” And he answers: “Of course not, you are no terrorist, this is just standard procedure.”Hind Aleryani
The teacher smiled and said: “You have to draw a line across her neck so she does not come on Judgment Day and demands that you give her a soul so she can live, as it is taboo to imitate Allah’s creatures. But if you draw this line across her neck, you’d be saying she is not alive and she is only a drawing.” I understood nothing back then: Why did I have to strangle the beautiful girl with the embroidered dress? Why would Allah punish me if I have done nothing wrong? I drew something similar to the cartoons I see on TV but like any obedient student, I drew a line across the girl’s neck as if I were slaughtering her.