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Silence still surrounds the murder of my fiance, Jamal Khashoggi. Who will speak up? | Hatice Cengiz

A year on, no action has been taken about the killing. The Trump administration has much to answer for
‘This was an assault on a man who was not the enemy of the Saudi government but a reformer, with only the best interests of his people in mind.’ Jamal Khashoggi Photograph: Mohammed Al-Shaikh/AFP/Getty Images

Exactly one year ago, I stood outside the Saudi consulate in Istanbul, waiting for my fiance, Jamal Khashoggi, to come out with the marriage documents we needed to begin our life together. I was optimistic, even excited. Yet I never saw Jamal again.

I did not expect to have my life transformed. I did not expect to have to alert the authorities to Jamal’s disappearance, or to find myself at the centre of a story . I did not expect, on a day that seemed unremarkable, to have my dreams shattered. By necessity I was put on a path, compelled to begin a campaign for justice for the man who was not only stolen from me but also taken away from those who read his work, and who admired him for his courage and his unrelenting commitment to the truth.

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