She's the same girl who walks on the street and a hand pinches her from behind. She screams and the passer-by laugh. The road was busy with people.
She's the same girl who was walking inside the lane and a voice calls her "hai hai .... Salam tou karti jao". She turns to react and all the drivers and gatekeepers are leering at her.
She's the same girl who goes home everyday with a smile, as she has to feed her ailing mother, and gets slapped by her addict brother if she doesn't give him money.
She's the same girls who will be exchanged in "wata" when the same brother is looking for a bride.
She's the same girl who will be slut-shamed if seen talking to a man.
She's the same girl who could be killed to protect the honor of the men in her house.
She's the same girl who will give birth to a new generation and will be pushed out of the house by her son.
She's the same girl who screams everyday and no one hears her silent scream.
She's the same girl who works in our malls, fast-food joints, offices and our homes.
The above is inspired by true stories of victims who are harassed and violated on a daily basis. The oldest victim amongst them is 70 years old .
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