The doors opened and she could she some stern faces sitting on the raised platform . She was eager to get answers to her questions . This was not new to her.
She was used to such court room dramas and question-answer sessions but this time she will be the one asking questions.
She: What is the ideal dress code for me?
As she was asking , nostalgia hit it. It was only a few days ago when she was being blamed for wearing shorts and crop tops in order to attract men.
She: why is it that 'he' is not imprisoned behind the bars of time ?
She waited for Them to answer but silence was the only reply.
She remembered how once she was standing in front of the flashing lights and a crowd of people surrounding her and asking "how do you feel after being raped?" , "why were you out after 10?
" , "were you too frank with the boys?" , "do you think that you would be able to move on?" ...... and this commotion continued for days.
She: Why is it that the media was showing the faces of the culprit covered with a cloth and not even bothered to hide my name?
She:Is a vagina worth of thousands of bruises which will continue to pain lifelong?
"WILL THIS EVER END?", she shouted .
The judgement was passed and she was asked to be taken to a place where all her sufferings would end.
With this she was sent to heaven while God stood helpless , unable to answer her questions , the questions which hundreds of 'she' had asked ,
the questions which the next 60 years old 'she' would be asking and the questions which a 5 months old 'she' , waiting in the line ,cannot ask .
Its high time now. O Womaniya ! you are not born to please those thirsty bastards . You have been given this life to live for yourself . Stand up and let them know that you are NOT WEAK.
- By neither a feminist nor a victim
just a HUMAN .