Let’s Get Raped III
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(Originally Posted on 15th March, 2014)
She was slapped and abused. She was abused in the filthiest manner ever.
But she still loved him.
She thought that someday her love would make him a better person. Every palm of his, which landed on her face gave her a certain bliss. She was weird. Muqfiya was married off at the age of 17. She had three elder brothers whom she respected just like her ailing father. She was used to the commanding nature of her siblings. She did her schooling at an all-girls school. She never knew how the other males would treat her.
She was never allowed to speak with someone from the opposite gender. Her liking was never enquired while marrying her off. She happily agreed.
She was always under a burqa. No matter how her husband treated her, she loved him like he was the last human being on earth. He was undeterred.
She wanted to study further. That wasn’t allowed either.
He never realized that the burqa is to conceal her dignity and not her dreams.
She listened to him like a child obeys the father.
The abuse continued. She was beaten for the most trivial things. An extra pinch of salt in the curry led to Nihar throwing a glass of hot water on her right hand. She couldn’t do household chores for a few weeks. Nihar used to have food from outside but never bothered to check on his wife’s hunger. He found her too weak to even have sex with.
During this time, Nihar got into an affair with another married woman and she happened to be the wife of a local goon. Muqfiya kept that unheard and unnoticed, still believing in him. One night, the goon rammed into their house and held Nihar by the neck. Muqfiya pushed him away from her husband and raised an axe towards him and yelled. He ran away.
She turned and looked into Nihar’s eyes. This was the first time she did that. She did it with anger. She placed the axe on Nihar’s neck. She smiled and said, “Do you remember this hand, the hand on which you poured the piping hot water, that has saved your life today. You hurt me one more time, I’ll chop off your head and send it to your lover’s house.”
Nihar might have become a loyal husband but now he lives in fear.
She is God’s creation and not an object created by man.
Once the power in a woman unleashes, the man who has never respected her, gets raped a million times.
