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I am glad you are reading this because if you are, it means that at least some part of you believes that there’s a chance you can be helped. I hope you can spare a couple of more minutes to read the end of this passage. If you can’t please at least read SURVIVING TODAY before you go back looking at ways to kill yourself.

Before I move towards my topic, I want to clarify some things that I’m from Bhakkar, the city I love the most. I grew up there and spent the happiest days of my life there but they are gone now, completely gone just because of a few bunch of guys.

I know what it feels like to have no hope left, to feel like there’s nothing worth living for, to not be able to face the rest of your life. I know because I felt it myself. It already means you are past caring about anybody or anything. I know something in your life changed to get you where you are now. But I assure you that you can change the way you feel right now.

I belong from a city where girls are not respected the way they deserve to. They are blamed for the things they had never experienced. Some sick-heads have made their lives miserable.

Now, let me give a clue about their mentality:

Oh, she’s on a walk alone in the street, let’s follow her and throw at her our contact numbers when she can go for a walk alone then why can’t contact us?

Oyee mere wali check ker. Nahen yaar mere waali ziyada better hai.

Aimless people, no future plans, Nothing. Phir to yaar banta hey na ye sab. I appreciate, even STANDING OVATION. Listen, girls! You all have five fingers. right? Middle finger bhi hogi? JUST KEEP THAT FINGER UP. OKAYYY?

Of course, most of us are far too ashamed of how we feel to let anyone else see it, including me. Even the closest people of ours don’t see the real us.

But Alhamdulillah, I have a family who supports, I can always rely on them. There always should be someone you can share your thoughts with. Let the dogs bark. Just think about your family that you are being accepted and loved, despite all of this.

My message to filthy dumbass thoughts of Bhakkar’s boys to whom it may concern, they know really well who they are:

Mere pyaray bhaiyon! Ya to apki behnain ni hain, aur ager hain to un per dehyan dain hum per concentrate krty krty aisa na ho k honour killing ka step uthana paray. Only if you know what I mean. Aur agay chal ker apki betian hoen to isliye keep in mind “what goes around comes around”

I won’t disclose their names because according to them they are from respected families.

P.S: Conveying this message didn’t mean that every boy is being hit/blamed, just a few ones who feel no shame to destroy one’s life. GET A LIFE, POOR SOULS.