My name is Ayesha, Riya, Gurpreet or leave it, it doesn’t matter what my name is or which part of this great country of ours i belong to, I AM A GIRL! I’m helpless creature, a baby bearing machine and an object of sex. This definition fits every action that man does or has ever done to me and my likes.
I am a slave;i’m born as a slave and i die as slave. Dear men, please do not feel bad for any action of your’s, you’re just repeating what they have been doing all along the ages and i don’t blame you for having the cemented and concrete shallow mindset about me. Why call it an attack? I was just taught a lesson using acid as a medium, so lets settle it to be perfectly alright.
Actually i deserve acid to be spilled on my face every time i step out of my house and forget to cover my head with hijab or duppata. I blame my father and brother for not beating the hell out of me at first place for stepping out like that. How could i ever step out like that?
Dear fellow men in school and college, i suggest you to ask get a little bottle of acid packed along with lunch and teach me a lesson if i wear a short skirt to school or wear jeans to college. It is your responsibility to teach me a lesson today, you’re the guardian of morals and culture so please do not let me stray away.
I deserve acid attack every time i refuse advances from men in buses and shopping malls. How can i ever think of refusing people of God?
I deserve acid attack every time i refuse to marry you just because i do not love you. I deserve a stronger acid this time. How can i refuse this? I am sorry because i tend to forget that love is not meant for me, i don’t get to choose for myself.
And you know, i love the taste of acid so much that i deserve it even if i do not stray away from your created norms and morals. I feel so bad that government made laws scrapping acid sale and now my dear men have to struggle so hard to get it for us.
Dear men, i am sorry!