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This article is based on a topic that is considered a taboo in our so-called ‘REVOLUTIONIZED’ society to be discussed and solved. This article is based on a real incident and needed to be shared.

“Rubi, Rubi”, It was her mother crying out, “Rubi tu kam tai kun nai ja rai, nakhray na kar, aithe khanay nu kuch nai hega, te tere nakhre nai mukdai….“

Rubi was a 15 years old, poverty-stricken girl. She was trying to hide beneath the bed. A 15 years old girl was in dismay, perplexed, aspiring to come out of this time where all the secrets of life would reveal before her. She knew this, what would happen to her if she’d leave for work today, but she was dragged out from her house like trash and was compelled to go to work to feed his father with a leg broken, and mother who was suffering from hepatitis, but still managed to work in two or three homes as a Kaam Wali for her and her daughter.

Her mother sent her to the workplace and mopped her disheveled abode with a hope in her subconscious, that at least today, they’ll not have to sleep hungry again. At night, when she went to meet her daughter, despite the amalgamation of two asunder hearts which was expected, the mother saw the dead body of her daughter hanging with a fan.

She was bleeding down everywhere, scratches and torn clothes hit her mother’s heart and she took a hasty trip down the memory lane and eventually, she got answers to all those tears that had a lot of questions hidden in them, that wanted to be answered, but it was now too late for that.

They neither had money nor gold, but the only thing they had ‘honor’ was also being taken away from them – far away, a murder was named as suicide. Tests revealed that she was raped by those beast-like humans, to whom she was afraid of many months, days and hours and just to keep herself safe from the abusage of her parents, she went there once again, with a heavy heart, but who else knew that it was for the very last time she was doing it. And those wicked people who succeeded to set an example of atrocity and barbarism were fugitive.

So now, here are the questions that arise: was she wearing a half, naked shirt? Or was her DUPATTA not there to save her honor? What was the reason that tempted them to do such an unforgivable sin?

Many of you, sitting there, would be having the opinion that it happened because the girl was POOR. And, many would say that is was being done because those wicked people had no trepidation of being arrested, and many of you would blame our law system and many would demand justice from our great PM, who was on holidays. If it approaches media , many of us would raise the slogans of the so-called term “FEMINISM” and would stand up for the rights of women, and it will all end after a week or so of rallying.

Our law will exonerate the sinners from accusations and here you go, everything will go back to normal for everyone, except for the home which turned outta the house. The only way to solve these enormous problems is not to rally against those who don’t even care. You are the change! EDUCATION is the change. If there’s no absolute LAW system, then what are you doing here? Go make one. If men can’t control their testosterone arousal and don’t have control over their eyes and mind, then you learn how to do so.

If women are compelled to go to that hell-like places and can’t even speak on their behalf, you go and educate them their family. And you learn how to fight for your own honor. Trust me it’ll take about half of our century but after that, you would not find any RUBI brutally used. The thing you would get would be PEACE, for that peace, learn to slay your today’s comfort. Because in the end, Allah will ask each one of us;  “Oh human! How did you use the capabilities I granted you with”, What would you answer him with. Ponder man, think!