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Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all be blessed with true insight:

My long session with Chanda was continued, meantime we had tea and ordered for another time. Chanda sipped from her cup and looked straight into my eyes and began:

My friend that was the first and perhaps ultimate decisive day of my life so I gathered all courage called Almighty for help and blessings and wore the feeling of a warrior against the usurpers. Meanwhile those culprits attempted to grasp my shoulder bag which carried all my personal important belongings I fetched for the up coming circumstances. But I resisted and protested in a bit louder voice and I was successful in my effort to limit them as it was court not their empire. Then there was our call to appear before the judge and give certain statement regarding power of attorney of all property matters. I was all stunned heavy feet ,I could just see mama's lips moving but unable to hear anything. My brothers and sister's statement was not required because they were minors, as I was according to law, but perhaps it was not mentioned or tempered before the court.

 Any way, I can't forget my mama's looks when it was my turn to speak. I stepped forward and forwarded a written application before judge which my uncle tried to take first and then the judge's reader extended his hand. But I denied to give them saying that I trust only judge after Almighty and forwarded my application to judge again which he took and stared at me suspiciously. He ran his sight through the paper and place on his side rack and told us to wait on the benches inside courtroom. After hearing few more cases judge went into his chamber. My uncle caught me on arm tightly and asked me what have I written in the paper. Assistant to the court intervened and stop him to do so, while, in the meantime , the same guy asked me to see judge in his chamber. There was wrath in my uncle's eyes as if he gets chance he would not spare my life.

I entered in chamber along with assistant court with shivering body, both with sickness and fear, and stood before the judge. He asked me to sit peacefully and asked the guy water for me. After drinking full glass in one sigh I was better to speak about my story. Then I told important bits of whole story to the judge and requested for help and relief for myself and family. He told that unless mama herself request for something of the sort the court can't do any thing, but , yes, since I took this bold step I would be given a fair chance to live better life. After that he directed women police to have my custody till I could be sent to some Government run safe home. Later from the police I came to know that My uncle, his son and my husband was arrested. I was called again by the court to take my consent about my marriage. I refused to live with him but since I was pregnant I had to wait for the validity of divorce. 

Chanda stopped for a while and looked at me, for the first time I felt her eyes were wet, although she was trying hard to compose herself...!

(contd)....

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