Sitting on the edge of that broken bed; I looked at that thin black figure lying down on the same bed near me. Her senses were blacking out with every breathe she tried to take.
“Life isn’t fair and juicy always but still you have to live with it. Either accept it or put your entire self into it to make it according to you” I thought.
Dealing with domestic violence all her life and now struggling with death still she didn’t want to file a complaint against her husband. It really stressed me out. Need of education and improvement of life was clearly seen.
I couldn’t help it or do anything but it made my determination of working for society towards the improvement, even stronger. To do something what really makes a difference.
It's a sad, sad picture you paint - repeated in many places all over the world. What can we do?
ReplyDeleteAnything we can - but it's rarely enough/
Hopefully all the the little cries of anger at the injustice will turn into a roar and domestic violence can be drastically reduced if not wiped out.
ReplyDeleteSheilagh Lee said:Sad that this does happen all you can offer is a helping hand and place to leave to and hope they do it.
ReplyDeleteNicely written... Such incidents should be brought to books, we all need to make efforts to make our society better...Nice work girl...
ReplyDeleteA well described and honest piece Nanka..Jae
ReplyDeletevery honest piece. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteA tender & thought provoking piece!
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