put a hot iron to the hand she was forced to admit had been the one that had stolen the horse. “This one? Put it out where I can burn it good,” the father said, seething, as Dalia offered her right palm. “And if you scream, I’ll burn the other hand,” he added, turning to the crowd of onlookers for approval. Dalia made no sound as the burning metal seared the skin of her right palm. The crowd gasped. “How cruel the Bedouins are,”
Child abuse
