When I was seven, I travelled to Bangladesh. My father said it would be the first time I would experience his nation and his heritage. It was also the first time I experienced something else: witnessing a girl aged just 17 being forced to marry.
Forced marriage is a horrid custom, entirely different to arranged marriage, which relies on relatives introducing you to potential partners – a sort of vetted version of Tinder where you have the control to say yes or no. But for the young lady in Bangladesh, there was no control.