Windows In Her World

Windows In Her World

A Story by pia

      She sat alone in her little room, locked away from the rest of the world, in a tiny jhonpri . The grilled window was the only vessel that made her feel a part of something, other than the grey walls, the broken bed and the dimmed light bulb. Beyond that window, there was a world which gave her occasional moments of bliss; the sound of laughter from the village children roistering in the murky river water, the smell of parathas and samosas dancing along with the winds, and the yearly village fairs, which brought everyone together. She sat next to the window, in the darkness, and watched this world move on.


   The woman was once a part of all this. Her life beyond those grills was much bigger. She had one thing she now wished she could feel again; hope. In her youthful days, she would splash herself in the river water, enjoy the warmth of the fire and smell of local kebabs. She had friends and a family to feel safe with. That life came crashing down on her, the day she turned sixteen. According to the villagers, she was old enough to be married. But to her, she was old enough to be the woman she desired. She heard of the wonders and achievements of women outside her little village. The woman wanted more than just a small village life. But, here she was, sitting in an isolated  jhonpri, away from the rest. No one spoke to her. The children were told that she was a witch and her jhonpri was a place of witch craft.  No one dared to come near her. They were told she was cursed with the values of the west and consumed by the breath of the devil.


   It was a crime for a woman to be herself in this village. The villagers saw it as a taboo. The women of the village were satisfied with their mundane lives. They were always told what society expected from them. They were raised to fit in the shapes made by that cruel society. But some were born to follow the path leading them away from the ‘norm’. This girl was different. And that was her crime. She saw windows at every point in her life; windows to escape from and find shapes she made for herself. And even after years, and even after the tragedy, she remained different.



   While she watched the children laugh and play, she placed her hand on her face. The burns didn’t hurt anymore, but the emptiness left inside her did. Her left eye’s vision was blurred, but she had learned to make use of her imagination. She had broken all mirrors. The mirrors were a constant reminder of the monsters God left unleashed in this world. She never saw herself as the monster, despite what others called her when they saw her face. The real monster was the man who entered her room late in the night. This monster was the man who had entered her life eighteen years ago with a bucket of acid. The monster was her husband, and this monster had sealed all the windows to her rejuvenation. 


© 2017 pia



Author's Note

pia
acid attacks are a very prominent issue prevailing in the subcontinent. many young girls and also women are subject to abuse and acid attacks from former husbands or men who fancy their hands in marriage. These women have only one crime. to speak up for themselves. And thats their tragedy. they shunned away or harmed for knowing their rights. I too am sometimes looked down on for being a woman stead fast on my beliefs. if not treated this severely, this issue is something everyone should be aware of.

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OMG Pia, please be careful if you are living in this type of situation. Your eloquent, beautifully written, violent, shocking and sad story left me reeling. I know it is a reality for many women. Your words are gentle and lyrical- even your description of the torture that occurred. She is shunned, burned with acid and living in prison, yet she makes the best and carries on. Amazing and inspiring work. Brava!

Posted 1 Month Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

pia

1 Month Ago

I'm not exactly living in this traumatising part of society, however even in PAKISTAN'S modern socie.. read more
Annette Pisano Higley

1 Month Ago

I applaud you for the difference you are making in rhe world. God bless.
Juliespenhere.

1 Month Ago

Yes I agree
I applaud and commend you be careful x
Very tragic what is happening



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And of course the fear of such devastating attacks has spread the globe now - even a man who threw water at a carnival in London was arrested because someone suspected it was acid.
Very apt piece Pia.

Posted 1 Month Ago


pia

1 Month Ago

I read about the attack that happened in London
Very tragic
Thanks for the review !!
pia

1 Month Ago

Not exactly an attack but a prank to be precise
Tony Jordan

1 Month Ago

Yes - in very bad taste - there are some insensitive idiots around.
welcome
OMG Pia, please be careful if you are living in this type of situation. Your eloquent, beautifully written, violent, shocking and sad story left me reeling. I know it is a reality for many women. Your words are gentle and lyrical- even your description of the torture that occurred. She is shunned, burned with acid and living in prison, yet she makes the best and carries on. Amazing and inspiring work. Brava!

Posted 1 Month Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

pia

1 Month Ago

I'm not exactly living in this traumatising part of society, however even in PAKISTAN'S modern socie.. read more
Annette Pisano Higley

1 Month Ago

I applaud you for the difference you are making in rhe world. God bless.
Juliespenhere.

1 Month Ago

Yes I agree
I applaud and commend you be careful x
Very tragic what is happening
THIS WAS POWERFUL .... Like WOW>.. I loved the use of words and language and it really feels like it came from the heart, and no writing can be as powerful as the ones that do. 100/100

Posted 1 Month Ago


pia

1 Month Ago

thank you so much !!!
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Zoe
Very relatable. Acid attacks keep happening every now and then. This really won't stop unless strict action is taken.
How sad it is...women being deprived of their freedom...just because of the existing norms and prejudices in the society. People tend to forget that women are also humans...*sighs*
Nonetheless...I loved the piece! Your work is truly motivational. Love the vibes...always. Keep inspiring!

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pia

1 Month Ago

so true !!
thanks for the review
Zoe

1 Month Ago

No problem

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