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My eyes were closed and I was extremely scared. I couldn’t even walk out of the fear running through my veins. I didn’t want to open my eyes and face the world.

In that moment, I felt like I was not the one standing naked in front of this society, but this society stood naked in front of me. There were many people standing there, quietly, staring at me, their eyes filled with sympathy, but none of them had the courage to stand and tell someone to give me a piece of cloth so I could cover myself up because I was not responsible for what my brother did.

It was summer. The heat was too hot to bear. I was going back home when three people attacked me while I was walking. They started hitting me and abusing me and my family. They hit me until I was unconscious and then they decided to have me walk on the road while I was naked, so it would be my brother’s punishment for what he had done. They decided to punish me for a crime I had not done.

I was lying there unconscious on that extremely hot day when the road was burning my body. But I was still not able to move my body because they had hit me so hard. All of a sudden, I felt a few hands on my body. They started tearing my clothes off. I wanted to cry and shout but I couldn’t. Every part of my body ached and I couldn’t even let out a word.

They slowly tore off clothes from every part of my body; in a few moments, I knew that there was no cloth on my body and that I was naked. I was naked in front of three men. My eyes were closed and I was lying there unconscious. I was not even able to put my hands on my body to hide it. After a long time, I spoke up with great difficulty, and the words that escaped my mouth were, “Please give me a cloth to cover myself up.”

All of a sudden, I felt waterfall on my face. It gave me little relief, but soon I realized that they had thrown water on me because I was not able to stand up or walk and was unconscious. After a few moments, I heard a sound saying they could drag me on the road if I couldn’t walk. And then I felt myself being dragged on the road like I was a dead body.

They took me on the road. I was naked, three men were around me, my eyes were closed but I was able to feel that many people were looking at me, people who had sisters, mothers, and wives at home, they kept looking at my naked body. It was not me but this society that was moving naked in front of me. These people who were staring at me were naked, their thoughts were naked. It was not me naked on road but humanity.

Sharmeen Obaid directed two documentaries on woman empowerment and won two Oscars and became the global ambassador for woman rights. She got her entry in Hollywood, and now she is enjoying her life while I am still getting naked and being raped.

Malala Yousafzai fought for woman rights and got herself almost killed by religious extremists because she wanted to promote woman and child education. Today, she is in London, studying at Oxford University. Sometimes, she tweets for woman rights that she is very concerned for Pakistani women education, while I am still being naked on road and killed for the respect of these so-called honorable men.

Millions and billions of dollars are funded to UN countries for woman empowerment and promotion of education for them on a daily basis. Even then, I am supposed to stand up for my brother’s respect. My parents are still thinking to get me married to fulfill their responsibility. I am still not allowed to wear clothes according to my wish, and I am still not allowed to talk to a man.