She was circumcised by force at 3, in a harrowing sequence of horror (as told to a journalist who reminds one of Kitty Kelly) near the end of the film as presented, sold into marriage. (NatGeo says “in the deserts of Africa, many girls’ lives are arranged.”) She escaped to London, and followed a woman Pushpa (Meera Syal) around the streets until she found a place to stay. (I wondered how I would have reacted if put in Pushpa’s position.) Working at a fast-food pub, she was noticed by a photographer (Craig Parkinson) who would eventually bring her into the world of fashion (turning some sequences of the film into a likeness of “September Issue” or “Picture Me”)--surviving some very sensitive situations. She marries (Timothy Spall) to get around immigration laws, enduring a harrowing sequence where British immigration officers visit their apartment and make sure that the marital bed is really used as such.
The official site for the film is here.
I saw this film at Landmark E-Street in Washington DC late on a Tuesday night before a sparse crowd.