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ABUSE ?? 2

Assalamalaikum, May peace be upon all of you:

Dear all, by word ABUSE we mean something ugly, obnoxious, having bad meanings and motives, degrading or defamimg and so on. It may be in words or in actions. But I have been searching the exact meaning for the word because it's consequences are not simple to absorb,afterwards.

See! the word comprises of two meaningful parts, AB and USE. Of course now you can understand it more widely and wisely. So it becomes so simple, now, to understand where and when this word is used, usually. Now having the elaborated meaning of this word, we can see how our relationships, our lives, and even ourselves are being victimised by this, apparently, simple and short but actually complicated and endless word.

In my last write up, I mentioned about a lady's story whose whole life has been Abused by her own people, her family, the guy whom she trusted for second time in her life, every body around her, even by a court of justice. The lower court admitted the distorted facts about the lady, presented by her corrupt brother in law, in her absence and even without calling for her council to debate or even present her plea. Her brother in law is said to be a third grade lawyer who has been eating her assets during his brother's life and then wanted to EAT her up after the demise of his brother. The lady was put to test again and again by our institutions and her honourable relatives, but she could escape by Almighty's blessings, every time, and that's the reason I was forced to write about her story. She has been fighting to prove herself a human being, besides,being a woman and a mother, but this society, especially the areas of Punjab, to which she belongs and then married, are notorious for women suppression of their fundamental rights. These women, at every level and in all relations, are ultimately utilised and exploited of their being, but they are not allowed to claim to have self respect at equal levels.

So my subject is yet trying to get herself the title of a HUMAN BEING,besides being a WOMAN. She's a mother of two cute girls, who once,almost, sold out by their step father and his culprit brother Mr. Wahla, the one who's after this lady now like a bad luck. The girls,aged 5 & 8, that time, were brought back to Pakistan by their real father and first husband of the lady. This father was remarried and, so, his second wife disowned these girls. My subject and real mother of the girls rushed to Pakistan and took the guardianship of her daughters back, and this became her biggest crime in her new in laws' eyes.

Dear readers, the story seems to be a bit confusing but let me explain it that my subject, let's call her as Haya, so Haya never knew that her daughter's were being sold by their step father and uncle. They called a bid in UAE for these girls and sent a copy of that to their real father in Pakistan. This man was from a religious type of family, so having known about this heinous activity, he sold out some of his property and paid the price of his own daughters to Mr. Wahla, the lawyer and his late brother. This all happened because this man had surrendered the guardianship to his ex-wife and real mother of the girls. Later on late Imran, the step father, got these girls registered in NADRA, as his own daughters and pretended to Haya as if he wanted to extend his ultimate trust and love for her by adopting her children.

Any way, Haya managed to come to Pakistan to fetch her daughters, and this was the time when she came to realise what has happened to her life.

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