Written by Yasir
She was prepared for it; both physically and mentally. Her wet
eyes when faced towards the gazing sun, shined a little more. The tiredness has
tightly wrapped up her body. Covered in a torn, dirty sack, with a wrinkled
face, she has almost turned into an old lady. The girl walked slowly along the
track with her naked and wounded legs, touching the hot and burning surface.
She seemed to be wildly beaten up and the remnants of her story can be traced
out from the scars of her body.
The wastes were piled up in a corner and some were burned on a
different side. It seems like the whole garbage from the city was pumped on the
side of the railway track; a stinky place with a pungent smell of human wastes;
majority being the output of gluttony, lust and covetousness. One could
easily find thousands of condoms, numerous illegal drug residues, sanitary
pads, broken and unbroken bottles, cotton wools and all sorts of wastes nearby.
Have you ever thought how do men live there? They don’t live, they simply exist
there; living is still a dream for all of them. It’s a cursed slum of
sex-workers. They haven’t chosen this life; the life has chosen them and taken
them away from the world.
And she is also among those chosen ones. As an infant baby, she
was found abandoned in the railway track. The slum keepers took her to the slum
and brought her up. The girl is barely 14 now and ever since she turned nine years,
she has been used by the cannibals in the city. Every night she used to look at
the train, hoping someone would come for her; but no one has ever turned up.
She remained envious and contemptuous whenever she see the smiling faces of the
children at her age, enjoying with their family.
The girl was brutally raped for the past five years and left with
serious injuries all over. She realized that she will no longer able to suffer
anymore and made her mind to run away from there. Trust me, it’s never an easy
job to get out of that hell. She has tried a few times before and ended up having
more and more torture. But this time, she was fortunate enough to have a maid
to help her. She couldn’t even thank her, but of course, the maid will always
be positioned as an angel in her heart. Even though she fell down many times,
she continued running for her life as quickly as she can until she got away from
the slum. She saw the outside world for the first time in her life and no wonder
why she was very much terrified. She looked around and was shocked to see how
big the slum really is. A never-ending railway track was staring in front of
her. She understood that she needs to walk along the railway track to move on. Even
though the girl was extremely exhausted and dying. The place was so lonely. She
sat on the track and decided to kill herself. “For whom should she live??” The
world she has seen is cruel, the people she has seen are cruel; everything is
cruel to her. She wanted to escape from the cruel world, she isn’t aware of any
other world.
She lied on the track and waited for the train to wholly engulf
her. As she waits for it, she heard a cry from nearby. It was a cry of a baby.
She suddenly got up and went in search of the baby. And she found it covered in
a piece of cloth; a cute little baby girl. When she took her in hands, she
stopped crying. The kid reminds her of herself and parents. An abrupt impulse flashed
through her;
“This kid mustn’t be taken to the slum…! I shall live; I will live
for you….”
With tears in eyes, Arya made a pause. Then, continued, “That was
the story of my Mother. This is how my Mother brought me up. I revealed this as
she had insisted me to do so before her death.…”
With broken words, she carried on,
“If she hadn’t found me, I would have died or ended up in
any slum; who knows! Today I’m a Civil Servant and moreover, an independent
lady.
No child must ever be sexually abused again. It’s the
responsibility of the society to come up against such social evils. Paramours
turn up as daylight fades away and midnight embraces. They keep their honour
during daytime. The story of the poor children and women who got trapped in the
maze always haunts us. They are treated as the worst creatures in the world and
the people who spoiled their lives would continue to live their normal life.
I would like to ask, is this the right way, people? Don’t you
think the prey must be given a predominant consideration?
As the assistant collector of this district, I plead you to show
mercy for the affected, helping hand for the needy. They deserve it. In one way
or other, we are responsible for these.
My dear friends, let’s eradicate child abuse. Let’s join together
for a better world….!”
As soon as she ends the
speech, everyone gave a standing ovation for the young lady, Arya and her brave
mother who brought her up to be a civil servant.
That
sums up the life of the iron ladies, who was born and risen from the ashes,
fighting against all the odds in life.
Some reasons and explanations can't be valid, but of course for a better cause!