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Sixteen-year-old Zeba Khan wasn't particularly looking forward to the family holiday with her parents in Pakistan. It was eight years since she'd been there and she had only vague memories of the heat, the mosquitoes, her Uncle's home and her cousin Asif, who is eight years older than her. She's just finished her GCSE exams and - along with her best friend Susan - was planning which subjects she would take for A level and university as well as looking at future careers. She's always been happy in a her Muslim faith and the lack of boyfriends, alcohol and drugs had never worried her, although she was perhaps a ''little'' envious of the fact that Susan could go out in the evenings.
When she arrived at her uncle's home she was told that she was to be married to her cousin. This wasn't a matter of choice. Her father had promised his brother and it was a matter of honour - an honour came before anything and certainly before a daughter's happiness. Zeba was stuck - if it wasn't for the help of her grandmother one might almost say ''imprisoned'' in a rural, almost feudal village five hours away from Karachi. There's another girl in the village in a similar position. Sehar has a strong Birmingham accent, a husband who beats her and she's seven months pregnant as a result of a forced marriage.