Diary Of An Acid Attack Victim

Some are scars which I cannot hide. Scars that cut me very deep. The society has nothing but pity for me. The stories people cook up about me, the indirect taunts are endless. Wondering what my fault was, I lament the day and night. Did I do something so wrong that made them loathe me so much? Is denying a proposal such a wrong thing to do? Life seems so indifferent and unpredictable.

The mark of that burning acid stays printed on my face and there it will stay for long term. My face doesn’t seem mine anymore; eyes which once sparkled with hope and confidence now show emotions of despair and sorrow. How can I assure freedom in this cruel chaos? How can anyone assure that they are safe when the standard of humanity drops down lower and lower every minute! How can people behave so brutally?

Do my desires and dreams stand nonchalant in front of their so called ‘ego’ which I unwarily hurt? They were punished…Oh yes, they were! A bailable imprisonment. How is that justice? What about my self-esteem that they imprisoned? Does any bail exist for that? Learning about the wickedness and selfishness of the world, I choose to be wiser now. I choose to be brave. Even through all the sorrow and through all the torment too, I will rise again like a phoenix from the ashes and stand up to the world with a whole new face of courage. Agreed that I am unhappy, nervous and afraid but... I am the same girl I was before, I am the same within if not outwardly…True beauty reflects from the heart and I’ll prove this with my willpower and positive attitude. Let them watch me fight in my rusted armor, let them know that the extent of my aspirations is much more than their conceited self. Let them know, they have burnt my face but not my soul!!