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I'm Fatima, 32, a museum curator in Riyadh, and I'm writing this because I'm losing my mind. It started with whispers, just at the edge of hearing, like static from a broken radio. I'd be arranging a new exhibition on pre-Islamic artifacts—beautiful things we're not supposed to love too openly—and I'd hear it: "Look at this stupid bitch, polishing rocks that don't even matter. Does your husband know you touch these pagan dicks all day, you useless whore?" I'd spin around, but the gallery would be empty, just the hushed reverence of air conditioning and t… |