To my mother Randa Saifi-Husseini, my mentor, who taught me the joys of life and showed me the value of being grateful for every good thing that happens to me.
To my late father Ahmad Husseini, who dedicated himself to make sure we lived the best life. He did not live to see my accomplishments but I live better knowing that he would have been proud
To my brother Moutaz, who has continuously shown support for my work and who still looks out for his little sister.
(Foreword) As I write this foreword, CNN is broadcasting the footage of a young woman being publicly stoned to death by a lynch mob, while the police just stand by watching.
(Introduction) Imagine your sister or daughter being killed for chewing gum, for laughing at a joke in the street, for wearing make-up or a short skirt, for choosing her own boyfriend/husband or becoming pregnant.
(Chapter 1) In summer the temperature in Jordan soars to the unpleasantly high thirties.
Amazingly, the USA seems to be startingly unaware of so-called honor killings.
A hard-hitting and controversial examination of honor crimes. Claiming the life of 5,000 women every year, the practice is common in many traditional societies around the world, as well as in migrant communities in Europe and the USA.