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I remember hearing the music in the streets. My head peaked around the corner to see the men beating away at the drums, dancing, chanting. I was mezmerized by this sight, for I was just a child then. I was never allowed to join, no woman was. We were to bow our heads and pray...pray...pray.. and I prayed so hard, that it was only a matter of time before these prayers were answered. On this night they were. A dark and handsome man came and took me, while I was watching the dancing streets. He swept me off the gound with one strong arm and brought me close to his chest. He took me around the corner to his horse, and he climbed on, and road away with me. I didn't scream, no. This was my prayer received and answered. I'd miss my mother yes, my mother, yes only her. But it was time, I knew, for change. Something was going to happen, I knew it since I could remember realizing myself as an existing being. I was different, the world was a ready canvas for my design. But I was Wrong about the change to come. I thought it would make me for the better. I thought it would make me stronger. I thought this handsome dark stranger was my savior. I was wrong. Deadly wrong. Looking back at the dancing streets of men, I rode away, unknowing of the place I would soon belong for 10 years. And so, the city got smaller in my view. I looked to the Handsome mans face once more in the pale moonlight, familiarize myself with my savior. I screamed, my screams echoed against the desert sky. No one heard me, the city just a spec of light. The man smiled and laughed.I trembled with fear, my screams no longer able to escape my throat. This was the last day of my life as I knew it. I bowed my head and prayed, the galloping of the horse was my drums that I chanted to. I danced in my mind and prayed to God that he would grant me one more prayer answered. But God didn't answer me that night. Not for the next horrific nights to come. God would forsake me for many years. The Dark man looked over at me while I prayed, curious as to what I was doing. I felt his evil gaze on me, and I opened my eyes and lifted my head. Somehow I felt he knew what I was praying for. His face seemed questioning and fearful all of a sudden. I looked to the front of us to check for danger ahead, but the desert just stretched before us melting somewhere into the sky. I turned back to look at the man, and remember I stared at his face for so long that it is imprinted in my memory. I would never forget the Dark man's appearance. I would hold onto the memory of his face that night until God returned to me, and my prayer was finally answered.

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