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They Discriminate.


A part of this is inspired by 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' by Khaled Hosseini.

He sat on his couch, sipping his coffee, his gaze fixed on the screen.
She had to sweep the floor in that arctic biting cold and prepare him one more cappuccino thereafter.
Why? She wasn't a Man.

She went out with him and stood behind as he shook hands with men and hugged their wives.
Through that mesh screen of her burqa, she could smell smoke coming out of the cigarettes, the women with long, black painted nails, held.
She could not even dare to think of imitating them.
Why? She wasn't a Man.

He forced himself upon her to pleasure himself.
She resisted but to no avail. Helpless, she went for justice just to discover_Rape is the only crime where the victim becomes the accused. She faced rejection by her society.
Why? She wasn't a Man.

He bunked his school everyday and gradually became a chain smoker.
She was told to discontinue her education and do the household chores because the family could not afford the fees of two.
Why? She wasn't a Man.

Modernity is in our Mentality.
Why do men roam around with bare chests and girls get unpleasant stares if they wear skirts? We have a far more sensitive skin!
Why can't dowry be sent from the bridegrooms house? You are being given the daughter of the house. Don't be so selfish!
Why do elderly women taunt girls for applying kajal and coloring their nails? These products weren't made for men or because they are too old to be an eye-catcher even after using this stuff!
Why do they distribute sweets when they are gifted with a boy and nothing when it is a girl? I guess they saved some extra bucks, as the boy's delivery took place in a cheap nursing home. Thus, this celebration!

Men should learn to respect women. Not only the mothers are to be blamed for not teaching their sons. Also, Blame those fathers for not allowing their wives to do so. Blame them for assaulting and beating their wives in front of their sons. Blame them for being heavily drunk and returning home late night. If the wives tend to take an action, they are re-assaulted by their man and his brothers! Some suffer acid-attacks. What a Shame! By this they prove they are cowards!
Only a few women succeed_those who get support from their own family.
But those who teach their daughters that they are meant to endure all this...Oh man! How would they feel if they're chopped into pieces and fed to hungry lions? SHITTTTT.
Men can upload pics flaunting their built body but if a women's legs are shown, they call her indecent. Hell with this mentality. These men are the ones who keep half nude pictures of women hidden in their mobile phones and fantasize. I pity them. They boast their hard work they did during gym and call women sluts for wearing skin fit. Oh! So note that they are going to marry fat ladies who'd chew paan! And, yes, have never visited any parlor!

RISE. WAKE UP.
We are not meant to lower our standards to adjust in this society. Let men follow us!
We aren't supposed to stand in the snowfall and shiver. We have that potential to make better and bigger roof above our heads. God chose to make us beautiful. Now let men, let that world envy the beauty of our mind-set!
When we'd be United, Fearlessness would prevail.
If not today, they'd surrender tomorrow.

It is never too late to learn but don't make it late to Rise! 





Comments

  1. Unknown17 June 2013 at 07:27

    great! i too have an unfinished article on the same lines as this! :)

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  2. I Express17 June 2013 at 07:57

    Thank you. :)
    Great men think alike! ;)

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