About Sandra El Khoury

Since I was 4, I have questioned the world around me. I knew from as early as that age that I didn't belong with my family. As soon as I could hold a pencil in my hand I started to write about honor culture and that pen is still there, ready to speak up about the injustice we women face in the Middle Eastern society. That pen will never rest.

Author Archive | Sandra El Khoury

Never give up your right: a story of domestic violence, sexual abuse and daily struggle

Today is international women’s day. It’s 4 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Ironic. I was born at 4 o’clock in the morning. I was born a girl. If I only knew then what I was going to go through in my life, I would have wished myself not to be born at all. [...]

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Lebanon vs Sweden…Who wins?

A girl growing up trying to fit in but fails miserably, lost between two cultures… I was born in a land of war, killing and bombing. I remember all the windows we had to change because the glass broke when the bombs fell outside like rain. Many of our neighbors soon stopped changing the glass [...]

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Bury Your Past

When you least expect it, it comes to you Making you realise what you’ve been through It makes you angry, it makes you mad Now you realise how much power they had Even from the first day you were born They forced you to wear Christ’s thorn They watched you bleed, They saw your pain [...]

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A letter to my daughter lost to honor culture

What is life? One is conceived by two people who could love each other. They could hate each other too, or one of them or both could have been forced to marriage… In my parents’ case, it was forced on both sides.  I was born out of two individuals who didn’t even like each other. [...]

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I was born a girl…

I was born a girl… “Born a girl” means being judged by my family and relatives for who enters or not “the place” – a “place” where my entire family’s value and honor lay, i.e. “between my legs”. “Between my legs” is my father’s honor, my sisters’, my uncles’, yeah everyone in my ‘tribe’. The [...]

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