Sweven

“Her internal organs are mostly damaged. We are trying our level best. Do not lose hope,” said the doctor. I took out my wallet and sat on a bench in front of the operation theatre as I prayed to Allah.

3 months later…

“Welcome to NARS- National Anti-Rape Society. I hope you have gone through the rules and regulations. There are going to be certain formalities after this and then you are going to be a member of this society,”said the elderly woman. Her eyes were full of love and compassion. A lonely tear trickled down my cheeks. She said,”Oh my god, what loss have you been through?” “I lost my wife in the hands of a rapist. I do not wish to speak any further about it,” I replied. How could I? How could I tell the world that my conservative Muslim family hated my wife for being a Hindu? How could I tell the world that my wife greeted me with a smile after I came back from office even when she was tortured like an animal? How could I tell the world that just writing an article in the magazine became so fatal for her? How could I tell the world that my own family murdered my wife? How could I tell the world that my brother not only raped, but sexually molested her? How could I tell the world that she was assaulted till the embryo that grew inside her was torn to pieces? How could I tell the world that I celebrated my promotion at work while she lay in a pool of blood? How could I tell the world that her rapist and murderer roams freely?