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Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all have the courage to respond to the voice of heart!

To all my readers' interest, today is the wind up of Chanda's story but mind it, the story ends with a big Question Mark on FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTS and our SOCIAL and MORAL values. 

I asked Chanda about her daughter she introduced  because she had abortion as she mentioned in her story. Chanda looked at me with inquisitive eyes and asked me for promise to keep the girl's reality to my self rest of my life and when I promised, she began,:

When Ch Sb died, he left a legacy in my name which showed my ownership of the villa I'm living in, and this girl who is Ch's legitimate daughter by his maid who died at birth time due to the torture of  Ch's family. Actually that maid was his distant cousin but due to bad circumstances and her mother's ailment and treatment, she was made to live at his house along with her widow mother for some time. But later on, when her mother died, she was left with no option other than living there. Ch's family shifted her to servant quarter and began to treat her as their maid servant. Ch Sb was a flirt man by nature but some how out of sympathy or some thing else he married her and concealed it from his family. One day, when the lady conceived, she fell sick, the fact was exposed and then Ch told his wife the truth while requesting to be quiet and sympathetic. But she took it as a challenge and started mistreating and torturing her by different means.

As a result the child was deprived of her mother. Ch told his family that both of them couldn't survive but he shifted his daughter to the maid of the farm house he took me to, first time. I never knew about the child because it's such a big house on almost about 12 acres and I never had been to it's servant quarters. So in the letter he left for me he requested me only to look after his daughter's education and other life matters while keeping her the same place. He left a handsome bank balance for this girl and the same farmhouse too. But till she gets matured she needed to be supervised and since Ch knew my family background he trusted in me for this sensitive cause.

For some reason I could not break this trust, otherwise, I too, needed shelter when he purchased me and my helplessness. He never could have my soul but if I see around he was much better than many others, even my own people, so I decided to keep his trust and got her name registered as my daughter. I made a mistake that out of emotions I shifted her with me along with that trustworthy maid to my own place because I thought I would start some thing as work and life would flow like it should, but it didn't happen at all. My shadows followed me wherever I went and I was forced to come back, though, without Ch Sb. I chose the girl's name as Noor, a light but since Ch used to call her JOJO I, too, kept her calling with this nick name.

Now the problem is that I don't want any bad imprint of my life on my daughter's life and wanted to keep her in such an institution where she shouldn't be questioned or asked about her parents. That's the reason I was trying that orphanage as it's very high standard institution run by a foreign NGO. I'm ready to pay annual charity and I would be visiting her frequently, but if I admit her to any hostel, she would always be asked, inquired and questioned about her parents, either by staff or by students. Please help me to save another daughter from becoming my shadow and this is the only way to reciprocate Ch's good to me while providing me shelter at least after his death...!

Dear readers I tried and did what I could, got her admitted to another foreign run orphanage. She 
greeted me like I could never forget but what happened to JOJO, later on, was a nightmare....!

(contd)
 

     

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