You would not believe your eyes,
if ten million fireflies,
lit up the world as we fell asleep.
You would not believe your eyes
if ten million little smiles,
lit up the world as we set them free.
Millions. Maybe more than that.
Millions of smiles of little girls that will light up the world with
their innocent little smiles if you set them free.
If you, I apologize, if we set them free.
If we set them free.
Its midnight.
Zehen is sleeping on her
mattress on the floor.
She doesn't like the mattress on the floor. She doesn't understand why she can't sleep on the bed like her husband.
But alas, she isn't allowed to.
When her husband is out, she lays on the bed, enjoying the comfort of a warm, soft bed. Like she was doing today.
With her eyes closed but ears wide open. "Zehen do you
know this sum?" "zehen knows everything" "zehen is so smart" "zehen
will became a doctor! 100% zehen will become a doctor"
Voices echoed through her head as the pictures of her past came to her.
*snap* she was startled.
Forced back into reality.
Her husband had just slapped her.
She had been lost in her
Dreams.How she lost track she wasn't sure.But alas, reality. Her
husband mumbled a few words, cursed her. Pushed her asking her
to go away. She did. Although he was her husband she stayed away from
him as much as possible. Just gave him meals and tea and walked away.
Not a word.
The one who kept her hope alive, was the one who killed her husband's.
Their lovely little daughter "Sania". That cheerful little kid reminded
her of her merry childhood.
Her childhood that was snatched before it was over even.
Their Angel like daughter that her pathetic husband called so often
"the result of zehen's sins".
Why he hated her so much?
Because their that little child was a girl?
Yes. Because he wanted a son but he got what?! A Frigging daughter. A
little girl that was so cheerful,a little girl that was so innocent.
Yes. That's what he got, a frigging daughter! And now he wanted a son.
the report card and put it in the cupboard. Mother looked tensed. She didn't congratulate her for her marks even. She couldn't understand. What was going on? She then gave her a burkha to wear and took her to the kitchen
and told her to serve tea to the man sitting at the centre of the sofa. "Who's
he?" "some teacher?!" "am I getting private classes!?" . Before her mother could explain anything to her, her father's voice shushed her.
He was calling her. Her mother told her just two things "honey she's
your to be husband" and "never talk about studies after this"
"what?! What was mother saying?" all her dreams that were soaring high just
15 min ago, what about them?
Was mother serious?
She knew very well the custom of child marriage.
But that happening to her?!
She was broken. Tears rolled down her eyes. Her mother wiped them. Her
mother could see, what that did to her. She could understand her woe.
But it was a custom. Society's custom. They couldn't not do it. If you
want to live in the society, you have to do what everyone else does.
Marry off your daughter before she is 17.
That's what was happening.
Zehen was a 15 year old getting married to a man in his late 20s.
She went to give the tea. The man looked at her. Ran a finger down her
soft yet wet cheek
and looked at her with a typical vision that pig like males look at women with.
Baby makers, sex objects that can be used and reused by as many men and
as many times as desired. They had no rights, obviously.
"They can be beaten, thrashed, raped and dumped.
Its all yours, pleased enjoy.
And please do not bother to care about their feelings."
(I wonder if they had an add like this when they sold women)
zehen was soon going to be a part of it. She wanted to run. She wanted
to hide, she wanted to die.
if ten million fireflies,
lit up the world as we fell asleep.
You would not believe your eyes
if ten million little smiles,
lit up the world as we set them free.
Millions. Maybe more than that.
Millions of smiles of little girls that will light up the world with
their innocent little smiles if you set them free.
If you, I apologize, if we set them free.
If we set them free.
Its midnight.
Zehen is sleeping on her
mattress on the floor.
She doesn't like the mattress on the floor. She doesn't understand why she can't sleep on the bed like her husband.
But alas, she isn't allowed to.
When her husband is out, she lays on the bed, enjoying the comfort of a warm, soft bed. Like she was doing today.
With her eyes closed but ears wide open. "Zehen do you
know this sum?" "zehen knows everything" "zehen is so smart" "zehen
will became a doctor! 100% zehen will become a doctor"
Voices echoed through her head as the pictures of her past came to her.
*snap* she was startled.
Forced back into reality.
Her husband had just slapped her.
She had been lost in her
Dreams.How she lost track she wasn't sure.But alas, reality. Her
husband mumbled a few words, cursed her. Pushed her asking her
to go away. She did. Although he was her husband she stayed away from
him as much as possible. Just gave him meals and tea and walked away.
Not a word.
The one who kept her hope alive, was the one who killed her husband's.
Their lovely little daughter "Sania". That cheerful little kid reminded
her of her merry childhood.
Her childhood that was snatched before it was over even.
Their Angel like daughter that her pathetic husband called so often
"the result of zehen's sins".
Why he hated her so much?
Because their that little child was a girl?
Yes. Because he wanted a son but he got what?! A Frigging daughter. A
little girl that was so cheerful,a little girl that was so innocent.
Yes. That's what he got, a frigging daughter! And now he wanted a son.
He was going to fuck her again. When? She didn't know. She was thankful every night when he didn't touch her.
He was determined to get a son even if it meant Zehen's death. All he cared about was his legacy, and Zehen was just a medium. Zehen gave birth to a girl, so now, she was the only one between him and his legacy. He didn't care about Zehen's health or life back then, and he wouldn't do that now either. Zehen
was too young when sania was conceived. The doctor suggested abortion
when she got pregnant. She told him she thought the doctor was right.
What did she get? A kick on her three months old pregnant belly. When
she cried out in pain, he slapped her ordering her to not utter a moan
even or he would kill her. She knew he wouldn't hesitate in killing
her so she just lay there weeping silently.
The same mattress that she slept on every night till date.
Her daughter's voice broke her chain of thoughts. Her daughter, a little girl of ten,
smiling, telling her father about all the things that she learned at
school that day.
And he pushed her away, asked Zehen to take her away and teach her
some household work. "nobody will marry this daughter of yours" he
always said.
"Marry her off to some fool like you, never!" thought Zehen. Zehen
couldn't let what had happened to her, happen to her daughter. She.
Just. Couldn't.
That day still haunted her.
The day when everything changed. The day when her childhood ended. The
day her dreams of becoming a doctor ended.
It was the day when her 10th standard result was declared. She
woke up that morning. Oh how excited she was! Everything was normal. Her mom and
dad wished her luck. She went to school to collect the result. She passed with flying colours. Oh She was so happy! "A doctor zehen, you'll become a doctor" She said to
herself as she walked back home with a large smile on her face.
When she got back, there were people there. People she had never seen
before in her life.
Father's friends She assumed. She thought he must've called them to
celebrate her result!
He was determined to get a son even if it meant Zehen's death. All he cared about was his legacy, and Zehen was just a medium. Zehen gave birth to a girl, so now, she was the only one between him and his legacy. He didn't care about Zehen's health or life back then, and he wouldn't do that now either. Zehen
was too young when sania was conceived. The doctor suggested abortion
when she got pregnant. She told him she thought the doctor was right.
What did she get? A kick on her three months old pregnant belly. When
she cried out in pain, he slapped her ordering her to not utter a moan
even or he would kill her. She knew he wouldn't hesitate in killing
her so she just lay there weeping silently.
The same mattress that she slept on every night till date.
Her daughter's voice broke her chain of thoughts. Her daughter, a little girl of ten,
smiling, telling her father about all the things that she learned at
school that day.
And he pushed her away, asked Zehen to take her away and teach her
some household work. "nobody will marry this daughter of yours" he
always said.
"Marry her off to some fool like you, never!" thought Zehen. Zehen
couldn't let what had happened to her, happen to her daughter. She.
Just. Couldn't.
That day still haunted her.
The day when everything changed. The day when her childhood ended. The
day her dreams of becoming a doctor ended.
It was the day when her 10th standard result was declared. She
woke up that morning. Oh how excited she was! Everything was normal. Her mom and
dad wished her luck. She went to school to collect the result. She passed with flying colours. Oh She was so happy! "A doctor zehen, you'll become a doctor" She said to
herself as she walked back home with a large smile on her face.
When she got back, there were people there. People she had never seen
before in her life.
Father's friends She assumed. She thought he must've called them to
celebrate her result!
But little did she know that her life was about to change. Little did she know that, that was the end of her dreams.
As soon as she entered, her mother pulled her to her room, took awaythe report card and put it in the cupboard. Mother looked tensed. She didn't congratulate her for her marks even. She couldn't understand. What was going on? She then gave her a burkha to wear and took her to the kitchen
and told her to serve tea to the man sitting at the centre of the sofa. "Who'she?" "some teacher?!" "am I getting private classes!?" . Before her mother could explain anything to her, her father's voice shushed her.
He was calling her. Her mother told her just two things "honey she's
your to be husband" and "never talk about studies after this"
"what?! What was mother saying?" all her dreams that were soaring high just
15 min ago, what about them?
Was mother serious?
She knew very well the custom of child marriage.
But that happening to her?!
She was broken. Tears rolled down her eyes. Her mother wiped them. Her
mother could see, what that did to her. She could understand her woe.
But it was a custom. Society's custom. They couldn't not do it. If you
want to live in the society, you have to do what everyone else does.
Marry off your daughter before she is 17.
That's what was happening.
Zehen was a 15 year old getting married to a man in his late 20s.
She went to give the tea. The man looked at her. Ran a finger down her
soft yet wet cheek
and looked at her with a typical vision that pig like males look at women with.
Baby makers, sex objects that can be used and reused by as many men and
as many times as desired. They had no rights, obviously.
"They can be beaten, thrashed, raped and dumped.
Its all yours, pleased enjoy.
And please do not bother to care about their feelings."
(I wonder if they had an add like this when they sold women)
zehen was soon going to be a part of it. She wanted to run. She wanted
to hide, she wanted to die.
She was ready to go through anything,anything but to be With him, anything but to get married to a guy twice her age.She begged and begged to her parents to
not let that happen. But they said their hands were tied. The
husband's father was a prominent person in the society. He threatened Zehen's father.
not let that happen. But they said their hands were tied. The
husband's father was a prominent person in the society. He threatened Zehen's father.
had Zehen's father not given up Zehen, the man would have killed the entire family.
Today was the day.
Zehen was being "given away" to the man.
Given away like she was a goat. Her flesh was all that mattered.
The next thing she knew she was saying "kabool hai" and after that,
she was a wife.
A 15 year old wife to a 28 year old husband.
That night, he raped her.
He did it again every night.
Drunk. And mad.
Every night it'd be the same thing. He did it till she got pregnant
with sania. She was just 16 years and 8 months when sania was
conceived.
Abused. Raped. Lifeless. That was her state when
she conceived her angel.
She was on the verge of passing away when giving birth. God only knows
how she came out alive.
She always believed that God gave her life again so that she could
Protect her baby angel. So that she could save sania from being a
victim of her own fate.
Sania is now 10. Like a 10 year old child, she
is brimming with innocence and curiosity. Beautiful. Like an angel.
Dreamer. Lover of life. Zehen's Hope.
Zehen was determined. To change things. To see her baby girl become a
doctor or designer or a writer. "Just whatever she likes, I'll let her
pursue it!"
zehen had five years to change things. Before her husband marries
sania off to some 28 year old.
And zehen will not let that happen. SHE WON'T.She plans on running away with
sania to another city. She has been saving money since 10 years and
now its time.
Its time to leave the mattress. Time to stand up. Time to break free
from the claws of senseless cultural restrictions.
It was Time to let sania shine.
Today was the day.
Zehen was being "given away" to the man.
Given away like she was a goat. Her flesh was all that mattered.
The next thing she knew she was saying "kabool hai" and after that,
she was a wife.
A 15 year old wife to a 28 year old husband.
That night, he raped her.
He did it again every night.
Drunk. And mad.
Every night it'd be the same thing. He did it till she got pregnant
with sania. She was just 16 years and 8 months when sania was
conceived.
Abused. Raped. Lifeless. That was her state when
she conceived her angel.
She was on the verge of passing away when giving birth. God only knows
how she came out alive.
She always believed that God gave her life again so that she could
Protect her baby angel. So that she could save sania from being a
victim of her own fate.
Sania is now 10. Like a 10 year old child, she
is brimming with innocence and curiosity. Beautiful. Like an angel.
Dreamer. Lover of life. Zehen's Hope.
Zehen was determined. To change things. To see her baby girl become a
doctor or designer or a writer. "Just whatever she likes, I'll let her
pursue it!"
zehen had five years to change things. Before her husband marries
sania off to some 28 year old.
And zehen will not let that happen. SHE WON'T.She plans on running away with
sania to another city. She has been saving money since 10 years and
now its time.
Its time to leave the mattress. Time to stand up. Time to break free
from the claws of senseless cultural restrictions.
It was Time to let sania shine.
You would not believe you eyes,
Sania's smile is one of those ten million or more smiles that are
suppressed by the society's Cultural restrictions. It is about to be
set free and I can see the glow already. Zehen did her job. What are you
doing to lift yourself up from the society's petty rules?!
Are you helping a sania?
Can the world count on you to make it a little bit brighter and better place?!
Can the millions of Sanias count on you, that you'll let them become
doctors,designers,lovers,artists??
Are you making a better tomorrow?
If so,
Are your ready for a better tomorrow?
WAKE UP. SPEAK UP.
note:- this blog is the first part of "the suppressed butterflies". This was to make people realize the pathetic and disgusting side of the society that we live in. The next part shall focus on where we stand today on the subject. stay tuned!
if ten million little smiles,
lit up the world as we set them free.
lit up the world as we set them free.
Sania's smile is one of those ten million or more smiles that are
suppressed by the society's Cultural restrictions. It is about to be
set free and I can see the glow already. Zehen did her job. What are you
doing to lift yourself up from the society's petty rules?!Are you helping a sania?
Can the world count on you to make it a little bit brighter and better place?!
Can the millions of Sanias count on you, that you'll let them become
doctors,designers,lovers,artists??
Are you making a better tomorrow?
If so,
Are your ready for a better tomorrow?
WAKE UP. SPEAK UP.
note:- this blog is the first part of "the suppressed butterflies". This was to make people realize the pathetic and disgusting side of the society that we live in. The next part shall focus on where we stand today on the subject. stay tuned!
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