She ignored the bruises on her face. The brunches were
making more. She knew those bruises are nothing compared to what she was
running from. She had to run for her life.
Darkness has its own characteristics. Even though she always
feared darkness that night it was her only friend. She was running from the
light.
She never realized that her “God” could be this cruel. She
always believed in God. She thought God spreads love and love can never be
wrong. Nobody told her to not to love outside her religion.
She heard how they torn apart the clothes from her sister’s
body while she was going to school. She still had faith on her God.
And then the shining dagger took the life away from her
beloved. She could not cry; she had to run.
She had to save the child. The child she was carrying inside
her womb…
The dawn was near....so was the crowd behind her...
The dawn was near....so was the crowd behind her...
She still had faith in her God…
2 comments:
The paradoxes of religion!
Such a touching story, Naba.
Hope she survived and the child became 'insaan' & not Hindu or Musalmaan...
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