Roar will publish a first-person story about abortion, “My Abortion: A Daily Story,” every day for at least 365 days. Below is the opening of a Muslim woman’s story, who preferred to remain anonymous. She opens up about the complex feelings she holds about her experience, believing that her decision was “right” at that point in her life while she also continues to navigate feelings of grief and self-judgment. Read her full narrative that was published by The Tempest.
“I got the pregnancy test on a whim. I couldn’t be pregnant, I told myself. We used a condom. But I hadn’t paid enough attention to sex education in high school to know if we had used it correctly – why, as a young Muslim girl who wore [a] hijab and was a mosque leader, would I? I wasn’t going to have sex until I was married.
I had a plan already. My first time would be with a gentle Muslim prince who would rescue me from my abusive father and my co-dependent mother. He would understand and cherish me and carry me away on his white horse. It would be perfect…”