Challenging the double stands about female genital mutilation

The alcohol that had been brewed to celebrate her transition into womanhood was instead used to mark her funeral. Twenty years later, we are still waiting for her to wake up. She slept in visible pain. Everyone watching her undergo the ritual saw her die in helpless pain. The saddest thing was that no one dared to help. The seemingly happy mood quickly switched to gloom; Darkness descended upon the village, leaving everyone grumbling; why had she died? Was it worth it? Could it have been avoided?’