I Wonder What It’s Like to Have My Husband Fuck My Dead Body?

I Wonder What It’s Like to Have My Husband Fuck My Dead Body?(Vice).By Angelina Fanous.The Egyptian government is conjuring up one more way to fuck the women of their country. Literally. To me, this isn’t surprising; it’s expected. One of my first experiences with women’s rights in Egypt was in the early 90s before my family immigrated to the United States. I was a few months shy of eight years old, and we lived across the street from a whore. A tart. A floozy. A jezebel. Take your pick. Of course this whorish, floozy, tart cocktail, was raped, and her sexual immorality had shamed her family—even if she had no choice in said sexual immorality. I asked my mother about the girl’s fate. To which she replied, “She can take him to court to get married.” “What if she doesn’t want to marry him?” I questioned. This confused my mother, “Why would she take him to court then? What else would she want from him?” She replied as if she was asking, “Why don’t you pass the falafel to your brother?” or “Are you dressed for school yet?” This law, much like the majority of Egyptian laws, was set by Islamic precedents. And we weren’t even Muslim. We, like our neighbor, were Coptic Christians—less than 10 percent of the Egyptian population. None of this fazed my mother. She didn’t fight the backwards ideologies, and my neighbor didn’t fight her rapist in court. What’s the point? In Egypt, a woman was only as good as her hymen. So, naturally, eight-year-old me wondered what it would be like to marry my own rapist. I first weaved romantic fantasies about him. Maybe he really loved me, so he forced himself on me so we could spend the rest of our lives together? Maybe he was really lonely and this was his only ticket to companionship? Maybe we would be happy? After my demented justifications I spun around Middle Eastern Prince Charming, I ultimately decided to kill my phantom rapist with a poisoned onion.This is how I came to wonder what it would be like for my imaginary husband to fuck my dead body.
Hour One: I died young. I assume a combination of bad news (say, some new, stupid, religion-justified law).Read the full story here....honestly it's a must read!