face where her husband had slashed her face with a razor blade; yet here she was fighting to be divorced. My heart felt her sorrow and her pain and despite my situation here I was praying for her. I felt for her. Not only was it difficult to divorce and gain the stigma of divorce but also these women had to financially provide the funds for it which was very difficult if you were not working.

I waited for hours and hours for the judge to see me. There were over 100 cases of divorce that day and I guess the judges were rather busy with the administration of the work that lay ahead for each court case.

When I finally went into the court room my body was shaking a little on the inside. It was all very confusing being in a place where I understood some of the language but not fully.