She took birth. She enjoyed to the fullest for a few years until her time came…It was the time when she had to experience what pain is, but according to the tribe, she had to learn what customs are. She was surely living her worst nightmare ever. All she could feel was the pain, all others felt was fear and the only thing visible on her face were tears. The blades she saw being used for everyday activities were now being used on her. Her childhood was over, her happiness was over, and her spirit was ruined forever. All for what, customs and traditions?