By Narendra Pachkhédé. Suzannah Mirghani films the burning without spectacle. Flames rise against the night. Wind replaces crackle. Villagers remain silent. The camera holds Nafisa’s face, steady in the firelight, neither triumphant nor penitent but lucid. This is judgment, not impulse. It insists that girlhood is not prologue, but history’s frontline. In Nafisa’s own words, “I will determine my future.”