By Dr Margaret Nakhid-Chatoor
The little girl at the back of the class had seen her father beat her mother so many times that she was numb to the tragedy that played out in front of the classroom—the beating of her class teacher.
Just another day. Another woman. Perhaps it might be her one day. She closed her eyes and blocked her ears to the sounds of the teacher’s screams. She began to hum a tune as she often did at home: “Jesus loves me, this I know…”