Wish their heart was as pure as a flower. Then maybe they could grant her justice. But the screams of 22 year old rape victim were ignored. Shhhh! Don’t tell it to anyone, they said. You are a girl. We think it’s your mistake. Why did you go out so late ??? Why did you wear a short skirt? You provoked the boys, they exclaimed. Oh! sinful pig. Maybe their fake respect was more important then her self respect.
But the mother could feel the pain of her daughter. She fought for her in the court of hundreds. She was all alone. Her father felt ashamed. Was it really shameful to fight for right? And then we say we are developing. Our thought process is developing.
Fighting her husband and the world, she reached the court, maybe for the sake of justice. The lawyer of the opposition questioned the little child… Holy Gita Swear! She had tears in her eyes. A virgin was pointed as a prostitute. Is this justice? Her soul shouted. For the sake of justice, she lost her respect. Oh courageous girl! She didn’t give up. They called her a slut, characterless in deed. But then, who can defeat the truth. Her voice was loud. Now the world could hear it. The justice was now a door away. She finally won the battle all alone.
The world will see a story of the girl fighting alone. She leaves her prints in the golden book of time.