If giving their rights to women (which are told by our religion; Islam) and supporting those rights is feminism, then I am a proud feminist. I read a column by, “Kishwar Naheed” yesterday in the newspaper. I would like to ask the ones sitting in parliaments of Pakistan as to what are they doing for the women who are oppressed. Where are those mullahs and their wives who are always talking about the Government degrading women? Where are those “MUSLIMS” who according to them are using their privilege of maximum 4 wives. These “MUSLIMS” marry to fulfill their “DESIRES”, why would they marry a woman with stinking mutilated face or body? They forget the “SUPPORT” part always. They just remember they won’t be able to hitch hike her in the bed.

Here I am with the translation…

With the increase in oppression on women, more and more have visited me personally and told me their stories. I am conveying few of them here for you to read so you come to know about the injustices in our society and so you shed tears and go through the phase in which currently I am.

“My name is Naseem, mother of three. My husband married the maid who used to work in our house. Now he demands me to leave the house along with our kids. Tell me where should I work so I can get a place to stay under with my kids. This incident if of no remote area in Pakistan but our own Islamabad.”

“My name is Shamim Akhtar. I am 20 years old. I was kidnapped, raped and then acid thrown on me so I am never able to tell names of the people who did all this with me.”

“My name is Sabira Sultana. I was forced into marriage when I was 15. My husband was 35 years old. My husband’s complain was that I did not bring dowry. One day he threw me in fire and vanished. I have no one, no relative who will go to court for me or report him to the Police.”

“My name is Azra. A relative threw acid on me as according to them, my sister was divorced. I belong to Jatoee tribe of Sind. What would have happened if I had filed a case, my whole body is ROASTED.”

“My name is Nasreen. Having blue eyes was my fault. Straying guys would whistle on me while I would pass through the street. My brother could not see this. He brought a bottle of acid and threw it over my face when I was sleeping. My skin is bady damaged, all of my hair gone. I am blind now. I don’t have ears that I will hear nor a nose that I will smell a fragrance.”

“My name is Parveen. My husband’s family burnt me by throwing the gas stove on me. Despite of all this, I am still living in that home. I am hardly able to see Musarrat Misbah since 2 years. Perhaps I find the peace which was snatched long ago.”

“I am Saira, 22 years old. I was married. My husband put forward demand for huge sum of money to my parents instead of the dowry. My poor parents could not arrange the money. He threw acid on me. One of my eye is intact, I am trying to learn embroidery and sewing.”

“My name is Parveen Akhtar. My fault was the fact that I did not give written permission to my husband for his 2nd marriage. He pour oil and set me on fire. I shouted and ran, people saved me. I was punished for I could not give birth to a child.”
“My name is Naseera, 17 years old. I am Afghan but living in Pakistan. My fault…I declined a marriage proposal. I was sleeping when he came and threw acid on my face and body. I am alive in this hell and searching for him. I will do the same to him if I find him.”

“My name is Zubaida. My husband used to marry poor girls for his desires. If a girl declined, he would put oil and set her on fire. I also fell prey to him. I am finding him so I can burn him too but he has vanished.”

“My name is Shomail Jan, I am from Afghanistan. I was thrown into fire but I lived. Half of my body is burnt, despite that, I will not allow him to live in peace.”

“My name is Iram, used to be a college student in Rawalpindi. A guy proposed me, I declined and was angry on him. Next day while passing in the street, he threw a jug full of acid on me. I tried to save my self and he threw the rest of it on my clothes.”

“My name is Tasneem. I live in Karachi. I worked as a maid in homes in order to feed my drug addict husband and his family. They were still not happy, always cursed me for not brining any dowry. One day they put oil on me and set me on fire, they gathered people and told them I was working in kitchen when the stove blew up. I am a divorcee now but will never forget those animals.”

“My name is Basheera. My husband pushed me on a lit stove and burnt me, he told everyone that I fell on stove and burnt my self. I was not able to leave my home after this due to shock. I gave birth to 5 kids. They leave me everyday on the road, people throw money in front of me. They come from home and take me at evening They are very happy on my life.”

“My name is Mumtaz, 39 years old, living in Khairpoor. My fault was that I did not allow my husband to sell our daughters. He burnt me with acid and still sold them.”

“I am the Fakhira Younis who was thrown upon acid by son of a politician. I am mother of that cursed’s son. An Italian woman has adopted him. I am permanently living in Italy and doing treatment for the last 5 years with fear of that husband.”

She talks a little about “Musarrat Misbah”. She is known as a beautician here in Pakistan. She helps the women who are burnt by fire and acids. No one can fill the injuries of soul, but she gets their operations done and give them hope. She also takes them to Italy for treatment if necessary. I will write about “Musarrat Misbah” one day insha’Allah.