Are We Living In An Ideal Society?

Life has so many shades. Each shade is so diverse and unique that we fail to understand it. Each one of us has our set of problems to deal with. We always complain that our problems are more significant than others, but there are a few issues that people face that leave us thinking about whether we are human?

I have been exceptionally fortunate for being born into a happy family and enjoying a wonderful life. Though certain things bring stress in life, now I realize that they are trivial. The sense of gratitude comes in life when we see people who face more graver rigidities than we face.

I worked in a multinational company in a higher position. I was fortunate enough to enjoy the facilities provided by the company. I was awarded the company’s bungalow and a car with a chauffeur. Though my life was perfect, I still kept complaining about my job’s tensions.

When I reached my office one fine day, I was surprised to see a girl sleeping near the pillar of a multistorey building beside my office. I was stunned seeing her because my office was in a Porsche area, and one could hardly find any beggar or street vendors there. She seemed to be a young and beautiful girl in her early twenties. She looked exhausted, and when I observed her keenly, I felt as though she was pregnant. Nothing was apparent as she was a little away. After my driver parked the car, I called him and asked him to offer the girl some food and asked her to move away from there. He agreed. I went into my office and, from the window, kept a watch on the girl. As the driver approached her with food, I noticed that she withdrew herself as though she was terrified of seeing him. she turned aside and did not touch the food. I thought she might not be hungry, but she would eat when she felt hungry.

Evening when I went back home, she was lying there itself. I thought she would go away in the morning. The following day, she was still lying there herself and had not eaten anything. I was stunned. It was almost 24 hours, and she had not eaten anything. I went close to her and asked her what her problem was? Now I could see her tummy and felt like she was in her 9th month. I asked her whether she was hungry. She ignored me. I asked her what her name was? She gave a stern look at me and turned aside. She was least interested in talking to me. I asked my driver to place beside her a pound of bread and went inside the office. I was now in tension regarding that girl. I thought of complaining to the police about her, and then it struck me that I should inform an NGO about her. I thought they would be the right people to take care of her as she could deliver any moment.

As soon as I called the NGO, they immediately rushed to the spot. When they tried to take her with them, she revolted, but ultimately, she failed. She went away from there with the NGO.

The next day I received a call from the NGO that I had to come to their office to sign a few papers. I agreed and said that I would visit them while returning home from the office. Evening when I went to the NGO, I was given a warm welcome. The administrator told me that the girl was having pain and would deliver any moment. When I requested her to see the girl and her baby, she guided me to the place. As we approached the place, we could hear a lady scream loudly and abuse someone. I was surprised. When we went inside the room, I heard the wet nurse screaming and abusing the girl.

I asked what was going on? Why was she screaming at the poor girl? The wet nurse snarled that the girl had given birth to a baby boy. When they placed the baby boy in the mother’s hands, she threw him on the ground. Luckily, the baby survived. She went on saying can anyone be such a witch? How could she kill her baby? Was she a human being? She yelled at the girl until she lost her patience and screamed, asking her to kill the baby.

I was flabbergasted. I went to the girl and hugged her. There was some unknown connection that connected me to her. As I hugged her, she started weeping more loudly and was uncontrollable. I gave her a glass of water. I asked her to collect herself and remain calm as she was fragile at that moment because of the pains she had encountered. I told the administrator to have a soft corner for her, and I would financially take care of her. I asked her to bear her for a while, and I would visit them the following day.

The following day when I went to the girl, she was alone in the room without the baby. She seemed weak but stable. I smiled at her and asked her to eat the food I had taken. She ate it as though she had been hungry for a decade. After she had eaten, I asked her why she was doing so?

What was her story?

She stared at me and then started. She was a college-going, intelligent and independent girl. She hailed from an upper-middle-class family, and her parents were stringent. She respected their rules and followed them religiously. She never crossed her limits. As she was returning from college, she saw an older man lying on the road. He was bleeding. Out of pity, she offered to help him. The older adult pleaded with her to drop him at his house. She helped and took him to his house. When they were halfway, the people who had attacked the older man came from nowhere. They killed the man before her eyes and carried her away. They kept her in a very shabby place. They were nearly six of them. From the moment they took her, they started brutely raping her. They took turns in playing with her body. They treated her as though she was a piece of meat. They hardly fed and tortured her day and night. They were six, but she was alone, but they did not realize that. She begged to Almighty to give her death. There was not a cell on her body that was not injured. After raping her day and night for a few months, they realized that her stomach was bulging. They knew now that she was pregnant. So, they threw her near a dust bin and went away.

With great difficulty, though she could hardly walk, she went to her parents to see that they closed the door on her face. They said that they did not know her, and she was a stranger. Unable to bear more, she came and laid near that pillar. She showed her body, and there was not even an inch that was not injured. My eyes rained blood seeing her plight. But not a single drop of tear shed her eyes as they had dried. She said that she did not want the baby. She said that she starved herself to kill the baby, but it survived. She said that when she saw the face of the baby, she saw the faces of her rapist in it. That was the reason she threw it. She hugged me and said, “Please understand me; I do not want the baby because I cannot love it as I see my torturers’ face in its face. I may kill it any moment. Am I evil? What to do? I am not only mentally and physically injured, but my soul is dead. My body is alive, but my emotions are dead.”

I had no answer to her questions. I wept, hugging her, but she was motionless. She was straight and did not react. I knew she needed a long time to heal. I went away with my heart, cursing myself for being born as a human being. Are we human beings? What right do we have to force ourselves on someone feeble forcefully? Do men feel they are masculine doing such shameful things? Doesn’t the face of their mother or sister rotate around the eyes the moment they try their strength on a girl? Is the pleasure for a few minutes more incredible than the lifelong pain of another? What is the fault of that baby? It is such a pity that he would grow as an orphan. Those big, painful, and waterless eyes followed me everywhere and haunted me. I was sorry for being born in such a society where women are held guilty for no fault of hers. She is punished and left to die, whereas the bastards who commit the crime roam freely and happily. Such thoughts haunt me every night from that day. I am never at peace after listening to her.