So, this is a story of this young girl.

She was born in Sudan in 1869.

She was part of the, I guess, the Daju people in Darfur, modern day area right now.

Her uncle was the tribal chief.

She had a relatively decent childhood.

She said that she has some memories of it and that they were largely pleasant.

But when she was eight years old, she was kidnapped by Arab slave traders.

In fact, she doesn't even remember her name.

She doesn't remember the name that her parents gave her.

But when she was captured by those Arab slave traders, they gave her her name.

They just named her lucky in their language.

They called her lucky.

She was kind of cruel.

They made her immediately at eight years old walk 600 miles from her village to where they

were going to buy and sell her 600 miles barefoot.

Eight years old.

For the next 12 years, she was bought and sold and given away at least a dozen times.

And one of her owners was the, this Turkish general and his wife, whatever reason, she took

the light in torturing lucky.

Like on a regular basis, she would take a knife or blade and carve designs into Lucky's flesh.

And then she would rub salt into those wounds to, I think you can imagine this, this cruelty.

She would rub salt into those wounds not only to make them hurt more, but so that they wouldn't

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