Letter To God

It is a tourist spot. Everybody wishes to come there. It’s the Paradise on the Earth.

I am living in the place where everybody wishes to spend their vacation.

My village is 10 kms away from the main city. Even though my village is in the outskirts of the city, it is a litter-free village. So, everyone wants to visit our place or live here. We are living a peaceful life.

I love my village a lot. Villagers are pure at heart and don’t think about harming others.

My people show love to all and we are all living like one big family.

Our prime occupation is agriculture. We are cultivating vegetables and selling it in our market.

I love my family a lot. My parents are farmers. I have a beautiful sweet younger sister named Tara. I’m Rudran.

I love my sister very much. We are studying in a school near our village.

We go to school together by bicycle. I’m studying in 9th std and my sister is in 6th std.

Tara is so naughty but good in academics. She is also a brave girl.

One day at school, she came to me and said, “Bhaiya, I’m not feeling well. I want to go home soon”.

On that day, I had practice for the football match. That was the first time that I allowed her to go home alone.

After my practice, I went home. I searched for my sister, Tara. But, she was not there. I asked my parents, “Where is Tara?”

My parents said that, “She has not come home yet." I was shocked to hear it.

I searched for her in all the places. I searched for her in the forest also.

At that time, I saw her school bag, lunch bag, books, everything scattered…on the ground. I was so tensed to see those things. I went into the forest with fear.

I found her lying unconscious on the ground. I took her to my home. My parents were shocked to see her situation.

We could understand what would have happened to her. She was a young girl who couldn’t understand what happened to her.

The news spread in my village. My villagers were very supportive… We thought of fighting against them. So, we lodged a complaint in the nearby police station.

Few days later, I asked my sister Tara, “What happened to you, Tara?”

She said, “Bhaiya, while I was returning home, some men stopped me and forcefully took me to the forest. I shouted for help. Then, I lost my consciousness and couldn’t raise my voice”.

Now, I understood that it was done by some human beasts who were outsiders. Because, in our village, the law was very strict that we should respect women and female infanticide was banned.

Days passed by, we went to school. At school, they supported my sister. Then, I took care of my sister and I wouldn’t leave her alone.

One of my teachers spoke about the troubles that were faced by girl children and women. She gave us awareness about saving girls.

One day, my English teacher gave us an assignment. The topic was, “Letter to God”.

I wrote my letter to God.

Dear God,

I’m Rudran. I am angry with you. You know the reason.

“Don’t you have eyes? Do you create women to suffer in this world?”

I have read in my books and heard that women should be worshipped as Goddesses. But, women are not worshipped. They are used like things by some men beasts.

“Can’t a girl child or woman live peacefully in this world?”

“Don’t they have power to kill those men?”

Wherever they go, always there is some trouble. When will you stop it or punish them?

Give women the power to stay strong and fight against those men.

Girl children are the Princesses of their homes. They should be protected, not used as things and thrown out.

They should live in this world peacefully.

They are the incarnation of Goddess Durga and have tremendous power to fight against the evil.

Women are the creators of the world and the best of God’s creations.

Oh, God! Give me the power to fight against those human beasts. I’ll kill them.

“Don’t those cannibals think that they are children? How can they imagine using the innocent children for their satisfaction?”

The society has many restrictions for the girl children and women only.

“Why does the society always blame girls?”

“Why, don’t men have the restrictions?”

Because, do they frame the norms of the society?

Hereafter, I’ll teach my sister Tara to be strong enough to fight against those men and teach her martial arts that helpful for her protection.

A mother should teach her boys how to respect a girl and teach her girl child to be strong enough to fight against those men who disturb her.

O God! Why don’t you open your eyes? Don’t you have the right to see the things happening in the world?

Thanking you,

Yours

Rudran

The next day, I gave my assignment to my teacher. She appreciated me.

Hereafter, I will be the biggest support for my loving sister, Tara. She will come out of it soon and raise her voice on the men who are doing atrocities against women.

Girls and women should be praised.

MORAL :

“WOMEN ARE THE SCULPTORS OF THE COUNTRY”.