WAS SHE PROSTITUTE ?

"WAS SHE PROSTITUTE ?"
From the mosque's speaker, the topic of speech was on a woman that has the community recently in this locality. The religious preacher was giving awareness to the crowd about this daughter of Eve by saying her  “the prostitutes, the bad caste “.

The house of God from where the lesson should be delivered to cover someone's sins , there was a disgrace for a lady and was given bad name to her.
Just after the prayer it was a common topic of discussion among every young and old.  Everyone was in opinion to kick out this evil from the locality.

Some were claiming that their dignity , respect and good name is at stake , if this woman will stay in this honorable society. Some were whispering , if this bad chracter lady will stay in this locality , their girls , daughters and ladies chracter may spoil. Finally they decided to remove her.

A mob of honorable elders , including the Preacher of mosque and young emotional boys , went to her door and knocked it.

"O Lady ! You have to leave this house  within a Week"

Tone of the order was not only harsh , but also disgracing.
She  came out with sad and furious feelings.
"Why do I leave this house?" She asked the old man who was head of the mob.

“Maulvi told me that you are a prostitute” Old man replied back.

"What evidence did he tell you to prove me a prostitute?  When did  he see me for calling the men ?. How did he know , that I am a prostitute ? Who granted him the right to announce someone a prostitute without any proof , without any evidence?  

You people gave him this right ? Has the ALLAH allowed any body to defame someone on a loud speaker? Which religion do you follow ? what teachings you are obeying? She started crying.
"So is it not true that you are prostitutes?" Again the Old man asked.
"Yes , I am prostitutes. My body is for sale. My faith is for sale , Any noble can come to make the deal” She knocked her head to the wall.
"I am also a daughter like your daughters , I am a mother like your mothers . Can you ask the same question to your sisters , mothers and daughters "

“ I went to several palaces to find the  shelter  to hide  myself , tried my best to live respectfully. I have many dreams of happiness for my childerns as you all have. No body , no body , no body even realise that what I need. What I am looking for. Every body who looks at me , looks at my body , looks at my face. No body see me as sister , as daughter . Why ? “ She knocked her head to the wall again.

“ Every locality I went , Most noble of that society wish to be friend with me , wish to play with my body . When I refuse, I am called Prostitutes. This what happen here “

You all come tomorrow to Jahangir Park. You will see a prostitute selling fruits on the road. That is me. Till morning to night to fetch bread , livlihoods and education for my  two innocent children “
"Listen! No woman is prostitute. You make nobles push them to be  prostitutes, to satisfy  your inner Satan.”

“Ask this preacher , who announced me a Prostitue . Why he was sending  sweets, and toys for my childern."

She shouted.
"My husband was killed on a roadside a few month ago , I have no choice to sell fruit or be a prostitute. I selected to sell fruit and you noble pushing me to the way , which never be agreed”

She shut the door saying.

“Tomorrow , I will leave the house”
Next day she was not there.
Azad Hashmi