She was wearing a burqa. Her skin? No it wasn't visible . But, Oh right! It must have been those eyes looking for help and pathetically screaming to let her go . Okay , I agree . How can a WOMAN be independent enough to earn on her own? After all , Eve was made for the purpose of entertaining Adam. The sole purpose of existence of woman is to look after her MAN, her god . Even the point whether she will or not live depends on her man. Good Job you. She was a fool. She was being ungrateful to the men of the society by earning her own money. A child? Fine. There must have been a reason. Well first itself is that she was a ' she'. They burnt her face , for she said NO. Very well done . How dare she? Speaking up to a man? Denying him on his face? She did not deserve a face worth seeing the moment she said it. How could she? How could she put her opinion and her self respect before his ego? Her throat should have been burnt so she could never speak again. "Sit properly", mother rolled her eyes , and my uncle sitting in front of me gave me a look full of lust as I adjusted my top to make sure that not even a bit my cleavage or the strap of my bra was seen. You shameless creature! DONT YOU HAVE ANY SENSE? He will rape you if.
The 'if'. It doesn't have anything to follow anymore. I will be raped anyway . I will be raped if I breathe and I will be raped because I exist. My clothes doesn't bother you anymore. You see through me . Not my naked body but this soul full of fear. You want me to plead you to let me go. You like watching me die . You finally feel your manhood when you see me gasping for the last bits of breath left in me. Seeing me at my most vulnerable state makes you feel stronger. My mother taught me that never let the 'things' you wear to cover your privates be seen my anyone. She said 'bad things' will happen to me if a Man sees it. So I fear my father and my brother , when they see those 'things ' hanging by the dryer.
I am mum. I have been taught to be so. Now I know why. For the moment I tried to open it, you burnt it. You have left your impression on me , every woman of the society and the society itself. You have not raped me , you raped the society. You're not a man. You don't belong to any gender ,for those who do are still human beings. But you? You are a monster. And you know who made you a monster? This very society.
The deafening sound of thunder falling somewhere nearby The wind gushing through the broken branches, And rain pouring from the tumultuous sky..
"It takes me back to the night, The night I can never forget"
I'm sitting on the windowsill With a cigarette pressed between my chapped lips And every drop kissing my face reminds me of that night...
It was a night back in the good days When we both were young and bold and new in love; or whatever it was back then.. It was pure , like a newborn with innocent eyes Who has no knowledge of how the world works...
It was the same thunder The same rain.. And the same strokes that my darling, love, love did fan at that time..
"We were young and bold and new in love"
THE CLOUDS CLASHED, THE LIGHTENING BLAZED.. Our lips merged and our vision hazed.. And suddenly, it wasn't wind anymore But your tender hands stroking my neck..
Your lips, my lips Your breathe burning in me... And a night like that Which I would never again see..
The storm is gone It's drizzling now And my cigarette has burnt out Just like our love did back then Which could not last, till the storm had end..