Campaign: In the Name of 'Honour'!

Rukhsana Shama
Posted December 24, 2013 from Pakistan

In the name of honour, they kill their very 'own', husbands, fathers, brothers do the act and society, by and large supports, while laws are often silent. Fouzia's (murdered in the name of honour) blood soaked story...

You were my trust, my belief, my devotion Each day I lived, I lived for you On your terms I carried your child in my womb Not once I had done it twice I thought we can do it I thought we were 'family' I thought by entering my body You entered my soul I thought it was love... And then One day, when they told me You were enraged on something I didn't even do And That you would kill me I said, "no matter what, he can not kill me". I trusted you, ENOUGH! That night You came to me With that look in your eyes and I said to myself I was right and they were wrong You loved me, you wanted me... I had let you in With warmth in my heart I entrusted my body, my dignity, my trust To you, like always and yet again... You had loved my hair...long and in the braid or So you said, often You encircled my neck with what you said, you loved Aaah, that became execution tool But O my murderer, my trust, my belief, my devotion You did not murder me It was My trust that bleed to death My love breathed its last And those two lives I had carried in my womb, once...withered!

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Shaheen S Dhanji
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013

...and, your divulging and piercing words reveals a prisoner to all parts. howsoever, a rebel against all elements, indeed! The night weighs on us still with deformed images and anguished memories of distrust - but, the lamp still waits for the convulsions of dawn -- in honour of ourselves, we shall rise and continue stabbing both the wounds and hope on our white sheets in blood-ink - a tapestry of a life, of many tales veiled and unveiled -- we shall pen. I do not know how to love this poem for obvious reasons, thus, let me add a faint smile to the pauses -- and, then, to embrace the poem as 'resurrection', as recently a resilient woman penned me a few lines, "...but then it seems I am a survivor fortunately or unfortunately." Thus then....continue the stabbing with the blood-ink.

Cali gal Michelle
Jan 02, 2014
Jan 02, 2014

Haunting. Moving. Soulful. Raw.

Thank you for sharing your soulful prose, providing a new lens through which to filter an all-to-familiar scene. May we rise as one as our voices are heard, receive healing in the deepest places, and find new strength to change what we can.