The International Girl Child Day was celebrated on October 11. On Day 14 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge and writing for The Blog Chatter, I write as a girl child in a letter or reflection. I know many may cringe at it saying how he can pretend to know what a woman or girl child goes through! It’s my way to be part of the change. Read and do let me know what do you think.
I am a girl. I am a child. I am a girl child
I am a child. I am a girl. They worship my female form in temples. I am worshiped. It’s the dichotomy. I am chained. I am expected to perform duties as a daughter and fulfill my husband’s obligations when I reach marriageable age without any question.
I am leered at everywhere be it traffic signal, cinema hall, college and every nook and corner of the world. I am not important, I know. They will mutilate my body and humiliate my soul. I am the form of Nirbhaya, Damini and Amaanat. You will see me partying, smoking, breaking stories on news channel, exploited servant in someone’s home, begging on the street or heading a corporate. If I sleep with my boyfriend, I am called not by my name but a slut. Last time, the bhaiya paid my parents’ money and trafficked into a dark brothel where I was beaten to death and left bruised to fulfill the needs of patrons.
You think that I am not a human being. Why do they put label on me: Wife, mother, daughter or sister? I don’t want to be all that but an individual who dreams of the prince charming, becoming a pilot or taking care of my home. Did anyone ask me what I want to be, whom I want to marry or the age to consummate my marriage? They are scared that if I am educated, I will take their place for they can never accept that a woman will placate their egos. I am not interested in taking their crown. I am angry. I am happy. I am heart- broken. I am the mad person on the street. Who are you to judge? It’s my right to be ME. You will silence my voice!
How many of my forms you will silence and stone to death? The world is celebrating the Girl Child Day. What happens after that? You are back to your old ways of deciding what is right or wrong, moral or immoral, good or bad for me. There is no point in celebrating my form as Durga, Kali or the plethora of Goddesses in temples. You will meet me everywhere, high society, a fading figure in an obscure village where my existence will not make any difference to the world. I can be a whore. How does it matter?
I am an innocent child. I believe in the goodness of men and women. I trust you for I see the divine in you but you turned into a devil and abuser in exploiting my innocence. How can you touch a small child and an innocent creature? You touch me inappropriately. I cried and hid my face. No one will listen to a child making stories against elders. I smiled to you because I see you as a guide who will protect me. I thought we had a bond. You violated my trust.
I want books to read and discover the world of beliefs, dreams, and wisdom. I crave to hold the pen in my hand, learning to write alphabets and laugh among girls of my age in school. You made me beg. You stare at me while I smile at you.
Celebrate me every day not just on Girl Child Day. Actually, you don’t need to celebrate me. I am not asking you to change your Facebook profile or Tweet about me using hashtag
#GirlChildDay. If only…you could understand! I want a small place under the sun. I heard sunshine is free but I am paying a huge price for it.