In many parts of the world, women are supposed to be burdens; they are neglected by societies, deprived from their rights and exploited by men. The majority of them do not have a voice for what they need. Most of the people think that women have less power and perceptive. They are not physically and mentally strong enough like men. I am revealing my own family history in a small village in the 20th century. It is a tragic story of my aunt, who was the victim of social commentary. Even though I was not present at that time, I have an invisible vision in my mind because whenever, my mother used to tell the story I felt like being present during the time, my mother almost told me that during the particular time period, women had to lead lives without freedom. They led lives like inmates within four walls. My aunt had married in a family where women were bounded by the family rules and traditions, which made her life tender and distressing. After passing years, she became pregnant, and gave birth a girl child. However, the birth of the girl child was met with less fanfare. No one in her family was in high spirits at all to celebrate the moment. My aunt’s affection as a mother made her happy and proud to be a mother, but her husband made her target of torturing, beating and threatening. She was being tortured not only by her husband but also her mother-is- law, who always treated her as a slave. The most startling thing for me was when her husband refused the child and disclaimed to accept the daughter as his own child. Her husband accused her that she had a private and secret life with another man, and the girl child is the result of their hatred relationship. She felt so ashamed that she couldn’t say anything in support of her being blameless and proved the false accusation of her husband. Finally, the most shocking news of her fatality brought up to her family. However, no one knew actually what happened to her. She died. No one in her family tried to figure out what actually happened to her. Had she really committed suicide, or her offender husband killed her or forced her to die? She tried to live a peaceful life with her child to give all kinds of happiness to the child. As like as a mother she had a dream to see her child’s going to school, playing with toys and eagerly awaited to hear calling her “Maa” (mother). However, her agonizing struggle for existence was not exist at all and did not give support to live a serene life. She had to die to breathe in a unchain world which is free from agonizing struggle and liberate from fighting every moments with her destiny. Even though it was a tragic family tale during a particular time period, discriminations against women still prevails in my society. The description of my aunt’s life does not only mean a calamitous of her existence, it is also a social commentary about women’s hardships within the society where I grew up. During the time period, no one in her family talked about why she died; everyone on her family remained in silence. Approximately after 50 years I try to break the silence within my family. Even if my aunt’s did not get the justice, even if she had committed suicide or killed, women can learn through her death that being silent can devastate their lives in to termination like my aunt’s. Women should not forget about their rights and values. They should raise their voices against inequality and injustice. In the prisons, prisons have to endure the reprimands for being criminals; however, without involving in any crimes, most of the women lead lives like prisoners bounded within four walls, and the society usher them to the hell of death.