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When Afifa gained back her consciousness
she was on the cold floor of her mud house.
The pain in her body was
unbearable. She could hardly move her hand.
Afifa gathered all her strength
to sit up. The wounds on her hand were now dry and the blood dried up.
Was the Almighty so blind? Didn’t
He possess a heart? Couldn’t He see how she was suffering?
Afifa always asked Him while she
prayed – why did He give her life. Was this the way one is supposed to lead a
life?
But she never got an answer. Life
of this thirteen year old was as bad as any other girl in this land.
There wasn’t a day when she was spared – she was
beaten regularly by opium addict husband because that was the rule in the land –
to keep the woman under control. She was not allowed to see a health care provider, nor did her parents care about her.
A half fed, and tormented Afifa was tired of
her life.
Today she was beaten to pulp by
the extremists while everyone watched because her ankle was visible under the
burqua. Was there no one in the world who could save her and other women from
these barbaric rules of this land?
Leave a comment below on your thoughts.
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Linking this post as my entry to the ABC Wednesday. B is for Barbaric.
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