“Where are you hiding? We know you are not in your apartment.” Ayasha* scrolls further. “We will get you. Even if you go to the end of the world, we have people who can track you down.”
Ayasha sits barefoot in sweatpants and a T-shirt in her kitchen, in front of her a folder. In it, she has collected all the threatening messages she has received, printed and had translated into German by an official interpreter.
Another message reads: “The embassy has people who can get information about you through the city administration.” It was sent from a Saudi number she recognizes: The threats came from her own family.