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Assalamalaikum, Readers! may we all have courage to face the truth:

Dear readers! Yesterday I had a very interesting, though,  painful experience of meeting a teen age girl facing the hardships of life at her own while having a big family. She is cutting the crop that other's have sown for her, and it's not only in her matter, in my society most of the girls fall a prey to other's decisions and consents and later on at any hard time every body lays the burden of circumstances on Fate and Destiny.

I was there in a famous commercial area of Islamabad where I met this girl named Rani, as she told me. Actually my bank's ATM was to be refilled and the guy there told me to wait for 30 minutes. I walked out and decided to wait in the car as it was hot outside. As soon as I got into driving seat, a girl in veil rushed towards me. She was having a one year old weak child with her on her shoulders and she herself was quite skinny. I guessed her age below 20 and later on it was confirmed that she was only 16. Then I thought the child must be her brother as this beggar community keeps on delivering new models every year for many years so to have more hands to earn.

The boy was having Cowpox and was crying with irritation of the sores. She, as expected begged for money and I, as usual, advised her to do something, any domestic service etc. In an effort to emphasize my advice I mentioned her about the benefits of labour and work with hands that has got it's own blessings. In return what she told, I was just shocked rather speechless. She pointed towards the boy and said:

Baji ( sister) he is my son, and my age is just 16. He's son of a land lord where I use to work at Dera, my village. I use to go there since my childhood and my job was to play with his children and when I grew a bit older my job was converted in to taking care of their school bags, uniforms and shoes etc. When I was 13 I was given additional duty of preparing their school lunch and massaging his wife. Till fourteen of age I was given the charge of pressing in addition. Baji my mother was uneducated and a village brought up having no sense of speech and fine behaviour but since I was brought up with those lord's kids I learned much including school education from his children. I use to dress up nicely, though wearing their used clothes, and to a common onlooker I never looked like a maid. But that became my biggest ever mistake. 

One day our land lord's wife was out to the city for shopping and she took my mother along for luggage, Malik sb, the lord called me in his room and offered me an additional job for which he would pay me extra 5000/month. I was getting 1500 and food for all those unending services, this offer blew me up with excitement and without knowing his intentions I instantly agreed. He got hold of me and later when I realized it was too late. He threatened me not to open my mouth otherwise nobody would excuse me for this wrong and that he would be at no loss. I sewed my lips but a guilt was there. Malik sb gave me 2000 that evening and told  to pay rest after month's complete. The pain of the guilt lessened with the warmth of money to my poor labour hardened hands.

I didn't gave money to amma ( mother) because she was too inquisitive but I gave to my father who use to work in Malik sb' s lands. He didn't inquire much and was happy to have the amount in addition. It went on for few months and I was paid extra 5000/month by Malik sb. My father was happy too. I was an inexperienced girl not knowing how to manage all and so was in trouble. After few months that happened what ought to happen.  When it was revealed by the only Lady Health Visitor of our village that I was expecting, to amma, she was about to faint. The worst part was that it was late enough to get rid of it as it could take my life. So a solution to this was sought that I should be married immediately but to whom was a big question. The same Lady Health worker, out of sympathy, offered my parents a solution that she could take me to city on job's name and keep me there till the matter is solved.  My poor uneducated parents agreed to this solution and sent me along her. She brought me here and kept me with two more women who have become prostitutes after having been ditched by their men.

I don't do any dirty thing but I have to beg in the evening having my face veiled to meet the expense of my life and to cater this obligation. I do work at two homes from where I get 3000/ month, but since I have to share expense of living with the other two, I beg in evening. I didn't return to my home as they didn't want me to because of Malik sb. Baji you are telling to have blessings of hard work and labour, see I am having not only the fruit and blessings of labour I have won a life time BONUS too, she pointed towards her son............ and I was speechless.




 

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