It was Aliyah's tenth birthday. Her mother was leading her through the winding alleys of the town's myriad dilapidated shacks.
They slipped into a rusting hovel, three women were waiting inside. Sensing her approaching fate, Aliyah began to cry.
The eldest woman produced a razor blade, as the other two women forced her to the floor.
They tied strips of material around her ankles to hold her legs apart. Excruciating pain engulfed Aliyah's young body.
The mutilation continued, as her blood flowed to the sounds of the two wailing women holding her. It was a birthday Aliyah would never forget.