AN18YEARSOLDWIDOW
BY
ABDULKALAMA
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Authorbiography
ABDULKALAMA,isapassionatewriterofhumanlyemotions.Heisalsoaveterinarianbyprofessionandpublishedthreeworksnamely,''DiaryofPain-chapter1","Diaryofpainchapter-2"and"Uncertainlives".
Contents
At14,
Foreword
Dedicatedtovoiceless Wonderwomen...
Introduction
Ineverygirl’schildhood,theywishmanythings.Theywishtobecomeadoctor,ateacher,apilotoranythingbuttheywished tobecomesomething.Butsomesituationsmaketheirentirelifemiserable.Somefearsofherparentslike“Whatifshegetsruined,ifweletherstudy?Whatifshelovessomeone,ifweletherstudy?Whatifshegetsabusedbysomeone?Whatifshegetsraped?Whatif?Whatif?.......”Thoughthosefearswerereasonabletothemselves,theyalwaysforgetonethingthatshetooahasalife,shetoohasdreams,shetoohasemotions,needs,etc...ManygirlslikeAsifa,losttheirlifecompletelyevenbeforestartingit.Everygirlofheragewishestobeloved,tobecared,tobeintimated,tobepossessed,etc.Everygirlofanyagewishestobreathefreely,sitfreely,sleepfreely,roamfreely,oratleasttalkandsingfreely.Manyoftheirwishesremainasonlywishesfortherestoftheirlife.Manyboysunknowinglyhavedominanceovertheiroppositegendereithertheirsister,mother,friend,lover,unknownoranyrelationshiptheycouldnameit.Theyunintentionallyorintentionallyimposetheirdominanceinallwayslikewithwhomtheytalk,whattheytalk,howtheydress,whattoeat,whentosleep,andmoreovereveryactivityofherthoughtheynamealltheseascareandpossessiveness.Eventhatisthecase,noneoftheboysthinksthatshetoohasalifeandshehasherownwaytodoallthings.Theyforgetthatshetoowishestodoallthingsasshelikes.Sheneverwishestohaveababyonherhandattheageofhavingbooksandfriendsbesideher.Sheneverneededtobecared,tobeloved,tobepossessedbysnatchinghercompletefreedom.Leaveher,letherlivetothefullest.Ofcourse,shewantsalifepartnerbuteveryoneshouldunderstandthatitisnotherneed.Shedoesn’twantsomeonetolivewith,sheneedssomeonetolivewithher.Everygirlisauniquesuperpowerandnooneshouldmissuseit.Nooneneeds tobeafeministtotalkallthese,onejustneedstobeahumantounderstandthis.
At14,
Itwasamathperiodthen.Shewaswritingdownthosewrittenonthatblackboard.Shewasexcitedasthenextperiodwasplaytime.Bellrang.Mathteacherstooduptoleavetheclass.Andeveryonestoodtosay,
“Thankyou,teacher.”inchorus.
Beforetheteachersteppedout,Officeboyenteredtheclassandgaveabitofpapertoher.Shereadthatandinformed,
“Asifa,youareaskedtogohome.Takeyourbag,informtheofficeandleave.Othersmaygototheground.”
Shelefttheclass,wenttotheofficeandsawherunclestandingatthegate.Shehadnoclue.SherelievedgatepassandjoinedherUncle,whowastheretotakeherhome.SheaskedherUnclepitifully,
“Uncle,shallIcomenextperiod.Thisisourplaytime.”
Heruncleshouted,
“Shutup!Justcomewithme.”
Bothboardedanauto-rickshaw.Theautostoppedinfrontofherhomeandtherewasagathering.About50menandwomenwerestandingoutsideandshewasstaringatthedoor.Bothsteppedoutoftheautoandshequicklywalkedinside.Whensheenteredbyinfiltratingthroughthegathering,assoonasshesteppedinsidethehomeandlookedoverthere,shekneltdownwithahugecryonhereyesandheart.Shescreamed,shecried.Everyonearoundherwaspayingtheirdeepcondolencesbyholdingherhandsandfeelingpityforher.Shesatbesidethebedbutherscreamswerenotceasing.Itwasherdadlyingonthebedandeveryonewaslookingathimfortheverylasttimeoneafteranother.Sincehermompassedawayalongbackafterdeliveringasistertoher,herdadwastheonetolookafterboth.Everyonefeltsopityforher.Shehadnosiblingsexcepthersmallsister whowasabout5yearsoldthen.Thefuneralceremonybegan.Allmenleftthehousebytakinghisfather’scoffinontheirshoulders.
Meninchorusshouted,“Kalimashahadadh.”
Everywomantheretriedtocontrolherasshewasscreamingoutrageously,“Abba...”
Thatday