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#GiselePelicot A woman of incredible courage.

There is no Woman of the Day today. Instead, I want to explain why I do what I do. No one really knows who first said, “History is written by the victors” but I’d bet you any odds it was a man. Think of your schooldays and count the number of times you learned about the roles played by women in shaping history, other than regnant Queens and perhaps Marie Curie and Florence Nightingale. Yet women lived, worked, networked, debated, campaigned, organised, invented things and built them too - but you’d never know this if your lessons, like mine, were confined to history books. For a practical example, just look around you. Fridge, washing machine, dishwasher, ironing board, home security system, call waiting system, car heater and windscreen wipers, even the very first computer algorithm: all invented by women. Are you surprised? Confined to the house, denied access to higher education, barred from engineering, denied entry to all branches of science and the professions for centuries, those bright analytical minds turned their attention to their immediate surroundings and saw what was needed to free them from domestic drudgery. In return, history ignored women’s achievements, glossed over them or consigned them to dusty footnotes. If all else failed, their work was credited to - or stolen by - men, the phenomenon known as the Matilda Effect, first identified by feminist Matilda Joslyn Gage in 1870. In 1993, it was named for her by historian Margaret Rossiter who said, “It is important to note early that women’s historically subordinate ‘place’ in science was not a coincidence and was not due to any lack of merit on their part. It was due to the camouflage intentionally placed over their presence in science.” Once you see it, you cannot unsee it - the Matilda Effect is everywhere - but now substitute ‘history’ for ‘science’. The proposition still stands. What I try to do is to pierce holes in that camouflage by writing about the almost-invisible women of history who overcame manmade barriers and changed the world. As a Second Wave feminist, I thought we’d won all the big battles, that it was just a matter of mopping up the resisters and dragging them into the 20th century. I did my bit to redress the balance in an overwhelmingly male environment, but how had I managed to miss the barefaced theft of our words, our spaces and services, our sports? How had we suddenly been reduced to a walking collection of body parts? It was a wake-up call. Once I saw, I couldn’t unsee the terrible damage being done to girls and young women who did not conform to the offensive sexist stereotypes being imposed on them by men who mimic women and their inane female cheerleaders. It made me fearful for non-conforming girls: tomboys. They need to see strong women as role models, women who don’t care about performing femininity, women who defy convention and do things their way. If you can see it, you can be it. So I went digging around in those dusty footnotes, found a little gold and started from there. I found thrilling tales of women who were inventive, resourceful and brave. Then I started sharing what I found more widely, tied to the calendar as Women of the Day. How do I find them? Often by pure chance. I go looking for one woman, spot a couple more names along the way - women whose stories really resonate with me - and file them away for the right time. Women’s history had been right under my nose the whole time. I just hadn’t realised that you needed to dig a little. The rather unexpected bonus was that in giving them a voice, I found mine. I am a conspicuously law-abiding woman, a former prison governor, and if you had told me when I retired that one day, I’d be standing outside a police station in protest at the hounding of gender critical women and singing “Go catch some rapists” to the tune of Guantanamera, I’d have advised you to seek immediate medical attention for the effects of the bump to your head. But here I am, telling women’s stories, and behind the scenes, pursuing a second career as a women’s rights activist. I won’t ever fall asleep at the wheel again. Tomorrow, I’m off to Cardiff with my Women of Wessex sisters, to protest about @bphillipsonmp’s inexplicable decision to delay laying the EHRC Code of Practice before Parliament — and make no mistake about it. It IS a decision; one that is causing real harm and damage to the rights of women and the protection of children. Some of you come for the occasional stories of women in history hiding in plain sight, but I hope you stay because you care about fairness and safety for women. For now, I leave you with this thought from the 1949 memoirs of Somerset suffragette Nelly Crocker (1872-1962): “Modern young women seem unaware of the price paid for their political and social emancipation, and modern historians have greatly ignored the struggle”.

A woman was sentenced to 10 years in prison on charges of murdering her boyfriend. Many women are now sending letters to her in prison to comfort and support her. A woman in her 40s endured five years of relentless violence from her boyfriend. He controlled her by saying, “Don’t wear skirts” and “Stay home and don’t go out.” His control escalated to physical assaults: beating her, strangling her, threatening her with knives, slashing her arms with a blade, and burning her body with cigarette butts. He targeted her face specifically to prevent her from going out, causing her facial bones to collapse and permanent damage to her right eye. Medical reports noted orbital fractures, eyeball displacement, severe swelling, and life-threatening conditions that could have been fatal. She sought help multiple times, reporting him to the police at least 31 times. But initially, police charged her for striking back while defending against his assaults. As her reports continued, they began scolding her instead. He served a brief prison stint but resumed the violence upon release, strangling her neck and beating her until her jaw nearly tore. Desperate to escape, she couldn’t—she had no phone, as he’d confiscated it. While he slept drunk, she set his house on fire. He died from full-body burns in the blaze, and she was arrested. When police asked why she watched the house burn, she replied, “Because the fire couldn’t go out. If it did, he’d kill me.” In the first trial, she was sentenced to 12 years. The court interpreted her long-term abuse as building resentment, deeming it murderous intent, and criticized her for not rescuing him. After the verdict, other women rallied to support her. Some argued, “After years of severe beatings, she didn’t kill out of revenge—she chose it to survive.” Despite their efforts, self-defense was rejected. The appeals court stated, “Killing wasn’t her only way to escape him,” but reduced her sentence to 10 years considering the prolonged abuse. In conclusion, she was sentenced to 10 years and is currently imprisoned. Recently, women have been sending her letters in prison. Women who endured similar experiences don’t call her a “perpetrator” but a “survivor,” urging her to keep living. She responded to them, saying she wants to be a source of comfort. For reference, the Ministry of Justice announced last August, “Starting in 2026, we will expand parole numbers by 30%.” If criminals must be released into society, I hope she is released instead of sex offenders. naver.me/G9U9SFO0 naver.me/5NeFrxP4 naver.me/Gj6ieXIn

This is the 16-year-old you hung for being raped.

boys in my comments got big mad when i shared a video like this last week which means i must do it again please enjoy unfuckable men* sharing their takes on a beautiful woman who would never touch them *full names included because public shaming icky boys is my fave

No murder weapon. No body. No access to Afghan crime scenes after 15+ years. No forensics, no post-mortems, no projectiles recovered. The witnesses are all battling PTSD, which will get ripped apart in cross-examination. Memory loss, faded combat memories, all the usual side effects and the defence will hammer that hard. And remember, it still has to be proven beyond reasonable doubt. Good luck with that. No jury's going to convict Ben Roberts-Smith on this evidence. And don't get me started on the timing… arresting him right before Anzac Day, in front of his family as he gets off the plane, with the cameras already there waiting like they knew exactly what was coming. Something here really doesn't add up.

Something is really bothering me about the Ben Roberts-Smith case. Nobody likes being a hypocrite. Unlike most, I actually go for a walk when I suspect myself of being one. On one hand, this prosecution stinks of liberal bias. Out of thousands of potential war crimes cases the social justice warrior police chief could have pursued, she picked THE most decorated soldier on the entire continent. That isn’t justice. That’s a public humiliation ritual. On the other hand, I do believe actual war criminals should stand trial regardless of rank or honors. And I know what’s coming: “John, Roberts-Smith already lost the 2023 defamation case. Justice Besanko found he committed the murders.” Yes. On the balance of probabilities. 51 percent. That’s the civil standard. Criminal conviction requires 99 percent. The same fragile evidence that barely cleared a coin flip is now supposed to send a man to prison for life. Here’s why my post is not hypocrisy. When the school got hit in Iran weeks ago, I said mistakes aren’t war crimes, but if it was intentional or grossly negligent, someone should be court-martialed. That strike is recent. Physical. Investigable. The Roberts-Smith allegations are 20 years old. And here’s what the Brereton Inquiry, for all its 510 witnesses & four years of work, could never get: No crime scene access. The Taliban didn’t let investigators into Uruzgan. No Afghan witnesses interviewed. No secured scene. No blood-spatter analysis. No DNA No autopsies. No recovered bodies. No weapons tied to victims. The investigators themselves admitted they “lacked access to Afghan crime scenes and were missing the physical evidence that would normally anchor a murder prosecution.” So what’s left? Memory. Twenty-year-old memory from men in the fog of war. The science is unambiguous. Countless research studies confirms memory is reconstructive: later suggestion, media exposure, and repeated questioning distort it. This is the textbook misinformation effect. Confidence and accuracy decouple within months, let alone decades. Studies on soldiers who suffer PTSD show the gaps get even larger. I admittedly don’t know 🇦🇺 law but US courts admit decades-old testimony but warn juries it is inherently fragile, not scientific proof. Australia is treating it as load-bearing concrete. The media says “20 former soldiers testified against him.” Fine. Was all their testimony actually against him? How clear was it? Did 20 people watch him murder a civilian in broad daylight? And even if they did, you still have to prove the dead man wasn’t Taliban. In Uruzgan. In 2009. Without a body. Some will say I’m being pedantic. Yes. I. Am. Because Ben Roberts-Smith was charged with murder, and under war-crimes law the same act can be framed as murder, willful killing, or killing a person hors de combat depending on the framing. How it gets framed sets precedent for every future war. And here’s the question nobody in Canberra wants asked: Why is the trigger-puller in the dock while the officers who wrote the rules of engagement, approved the missions, and signed the after-action reports keep their pensions? The Victoria Cross winner hangs. The chain of command walks. Past “War crime” cases with more hard evidence remain “unsolved” That isn’t accountability. That’s a scapegoat ritual. You do not get a Victoria Cross just for killing. You get it for extraordinary gallantry, valour, self-sacrifice & devotion to duty in the presence of the enemy. And here is what Australia just told every soldier watching: the reward for a VC is fame which will make you a target for future show trials built on 20-year-old memories, prosecuted by a police chief with no combat but more ribbons on her uniform than you. If murder can be proven without hard evidence decades later. That isn’t justice even if he is guilty. Proof of guilt matters. That’s a Marxist humiliation ceremony leading to national strategic disarmament by lawfare.

🇦🇺 Quite possibly the most disgusting betrayal of young Aussies by the Labor government Gifting first home buyers grant to non-Australians 48,000 foreigners have used this grant to purchase homes in Australia even if they own property overseas Our government hates us

Aussies are furious after learning nearly 50,000 immigrants have received government assistance to buy homes since mid-2023, in the middle of a housing crisis. "How is this not treason?"

The barrister for Equality Australia when they intervened in Giggle v Tickle to argue that sex is a spectrum & men can be lesbians has been appointed the countries first female solicitor general, an achievement rendered meaningless by her own legal arguments.

My cab driver last week was former Afghan army and had been in the UK ~ 20yrs He told me Afghan women are not the same as women in the West so don’t need work and education The atmosphere became so hostile I got out before my stop The problem didn’t stay in Afghanistan

@Fontybits1 @KeruboSk Lol. That's me.

@KeruboSk Aye, it's fine, sometimes I don't even brush my hair. 😂

Are there women who leave the house completely barefaced? With no makeup at all. Just embracing their natural look. Curious...What’s that like for you?

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Spectacular lightning storm over Western Australia filmed in timelapse by photographer Geoff Green.

Hungarian engineers once strapped two fighter jet engines onto an old Soviet tank and used it to put out fires that were considered impossible to extinguish. In 1991, over 600 oil wells were deliberately set on fire across Kuwait. The flames shot 300 feet into the air. The ground beneath them reached temperatures hot enough to melt metal. Firefighting teams flew in from all over the world. Most of them used the only method available at the time: carry explosives as close to the fire as you can get and detonate them to choke off the oxygen. Then three middle-aged Hungarians showed up with something nobody had ever seen. A 46-ton World War II tank with its gun removed and two jet engines from a fighter plane bolted on top. Six water nozzles attached to the engines. It could blast water at 770 miles per hour directly into a burning well. They called it Big Wind. When it rolled off the transport plane, every other team on the ground stopped and watched. Someone asked the Hungarian crew chief which method was better, explosives or the tank. He said: “Would you really want to walk up to a 2,000-degree flame carrying explosives?” Big Wind put out nine fires in 43 days. The last fire in Kuwait was out by November 1991. Experts had predicted the job would take five years. It took less than nine months. The footage is in a documentary called Fires of Kuwait.

The automatic translation feature is brilliant. Instead of searching for content around the world, it's finally just showing up in my feed. Really quite wonderful.

114 years on, Belfast witnesses a full-scale drone Titanic depart into the night...a powerful tribute. #titanic #rmstitanic

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐁𝐂: “𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊.” Douglas Murray just dismantled a BBC Newsnight presenter on live television — and the man didn’t even raise his voice. Nick Watt tried the usual trap. He quoted Murray’s own words — “𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺” — and then immediately tried to redefine them: “𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘫𝘪𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥. 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘲 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯.” Murray didn’t take the bait. “𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵?” Then he laid it out. The Abedi family were jihadists who’d fallen out with Colonel Gaddafi over rival jihadist factions. Britain took them in. They settled in Manchester. And 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢, one of the sons this country gave shelter to, walked into the Manchester Arena at 𝟐𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 and k!lled 𝟐𝟐 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 with a suicide bomb. “𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.” Then Murray went to the math that nobody in media wants to engage with. “𝘑𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘫𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 1%, 5%, 15% 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮.” The larger the population, the larger the number of extremists. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 2024. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.” Watt tried one more time to steer it back to stereotyping. Murray shut it down: “𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮.” Then he delivered the question the BBC will never answer: “𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥∗𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘑𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵?” That’s not a rhetorical flourish. It’s a direct challenge to every journalist and politician in Britain who would rather arrest citizens for social media posts than confront what’s marching through their streets every weekend. Murray gave the BBC a chance to grapple with it. They changed the subject. 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲.

@MyriamShermer @LittleBigBikes They have no issue with their bikes being built in China, a country which is literally is holding over 1 million Uyghur Muslims in mass "re-education" camps. These people are always such hypocrites.

Now that Artemis II has launched we have 10 days to get everyone on Earth a Planet of the Apes costume so we can do something hilarious when the astronauts return 😁

n 2004, a journalist named Asieh Amini came across a story from a small town in northern Iran. A 16-year-old girl named Atefeh Sahaaleh had been publicly hanged. The official charge: "acts incompatible with chastity." The reality, which Amini uncovered through careful, dangerous investigation: Atefeh had been repeatedly raped by a neighbor and other men beginning when she was nine years old. She had been neglected by her family and paid to keep silent — money she used simply to survive. At 13, Iran's morality police arrested her. A judge sentenced her to one hundred lashes. Under Iranian law, a woman could be sentenced to lashings three times — the fourth offense carried the death penalty. She was 16 when they hanged her. Amini wrote the story. Her newspaper refused to publish it. Another paper refused as well. A women's publication finally agreed to run an edited version. She kept going. Born in 1973 in the Mazandaran province of northern Iran — one of four sisters who spent their childhood painting, reading, and playing outdoors — Amini had built her career as a journalist through the brief flowering of press freedom following President Khatami's election in 1997, editing a women's affairs newspaper called Zan until hardline clerics shut it down in 1999. She had known the Iranian state's capacity for silencing voices. She had not yet known the full depth of what it was capable of doing to girls. After Atefeh, she knew. Case after case began reaching her. Leyla — a 19-year-old with diminished mental capacity, herself a victim of child rape, facing execution. The judge in her case told Amini plainly that Leyla was a threat to family life because of her "sexual availability." Amini enlisted human rights lawyer Shadi Sadr, published Leyla's story, drew international attention, and helped get her out of prison and into the care of a women's organization in Tehran. One life at a time. One story at a time. Against a legal system that had no interest in being exposed. In 2006, Amini discovered that despite a government moratorium on stoning — a directive issued in 2002 that carried no binding legal force — a man and woman had been stoned to death in Mashhad for adultery. The judge claimed he answered only to Sharia law. The Ministry of Justice denied the stoning had happened. State media attacked Amini's credibility. That October, Amini and Sadr co-founded the Stop Stoning Forever (SSF) campaign — systematically documenting stonings occurring across Iran and sharing their findings through colleagues abroad who could publish without fear of arrest. The state took notice. In March 2007, Amini was among 33 women arrested during a silent sit-in at a Tehran courthouse. During interrogation she realized — with the specific clarity of someone who had been investigating surveillance — that the police had been investigating her for some time. She was released after five days. Her phones, she was certain, were tapped. Her movements tracked. She kept reporting. The sustained pressure of the work eventually took its physical toll — stress-induced symptoms that included headaches, vision problems, and muscle paralysis forced her to step back briefly while her partners reorganized the campaign from outside Iran. She recovered. She continued. In 2009, following the disputed reelection of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Amini was among the demonstrators beaten in the protests that swept Iran. She continued reporting — under pseudonyms, in the chaos. Then came the warning: police were questioning prisoners about her. She needed to leave. She had been invited to a poetry festival in Sweden. She took her daughter Ava and she went. They did not come back. Amini settled eventually in Norway, supported by the International Cities of Refuge Network — a program that protects writers facing state persecution. From exile, she continued her advocacy, published two books of Norwegian-language poetry, and kept doing what she had always done: making sure that the stories of girls and women the Iranian state wanted silenced were heard by the world instead. She was awarded the Human Rights Watch Hellmann/Hammett Award in 2009 — the same year she fled. The Oxfam Novib/PEN Award in 2012. The Ord i Grenseland prize in 2014. Asieh Amini picked up a pen in a country that punished women for existing outside the law's narrow definitions — and she used it, at enormous personal cost, to push against every wall that pen could reach. The girl from Mazandaran who dreamed of becoming a painter and writer became something rarer and harder: A witness who refused to look away. And a voice that — no matter how many times the state tried to silence it — kept finding new ways to be heard.