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Silence makes you sick. In the epoch of women empowerment, we refuse to believe harsh reality. Why is it so hard to accept the road to truthfulness.
A couple of hours ago, I was devastated and agitated by a story of a girl for whom I would refuse to be into her shoes even in ma terriblest nightmares. Number three she quoted, and I can still recall those phonetics that came out of her pale rosy lips which were colored by pastel red shade. ‘Three’ Years she was forced to a sexual abuse by her own dearest member. At the age of eight, it started and that innocent soul was unaware of what was happening to her flawless sensitive skin. A slight touch on her crotch would leave her soul to ashes till date. That adorable girl with ebony hair, apricot skin and radiant pupils must have shred countless tears, numerous woes and a life she could never dare to trust again. But the abuse was not enough, after ten years of silent cries she gathered the courage to speak up not because she wanted to punish him for her miserable childhood but because the replica does not shatter another soul cause every young fascination has a blissful kiss is her fantasy world.
Her own parents refused to believe it was true, her parents denied, scolded her and asked her to shut her mouth and never utter this phraseology again. She did not lose hope and finally plucked audacity and spoke for herself and filed a case, but our system failed to provide justice to the hapless soul and due to family pressure she had to take back the case because of her family’s duress and now she left it all to karma, which can be a bitch at times.
Whom should she blame ? Fate ? Destiny ? Parents ? Government ? Society ? Or Herself ?
All I could hear from her pleading soul was I forgive ma parents but I can’t forgive our political system who denied justice to me, so here she is on a path to bring a change.
Every girl or in that matter boys and transgender too have faced sexual abuse in their lives, observed someone with ogling eyes at you in public street, tried to clasp your ass in the throng, or tried to just feel your tender bosom in cluster full of hypocrites.
I just want to convey a message to all our youth who would be future parents and even the present ones to know- Believe the child, until you prove, without a doubt, otherwise. The first time they speak is maybe the only time.

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