What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?
The country we’re born in – we don’t choose it. And once we’re here, no matter the environment, we are forced to live in it. Why? Because we don’t have the means to leave. Only those with immense wealth can afford to move to better, safer countries. For the rest of us, survival becomes a daily struggle.
In my country, chaos, unrest, and violence – especially against women – have become normalized. And yet, we live through it all, silently enduring. There’s no proper system in place, no guarantee of safety, no consistent support from the government. Festivals and national holidays are celebrated loudly, but the promise of freedom feels hollow. Independence? For whom?
Let me share a haunting incident from my school days – one I can never forget.
There was a girl in my class. One day, she went out wearing gold earrings. A thief spotted her, and in a horrific act of cruelty, he cut off her ears just to steal those earrings. He was never caught.
She returned to school with a boy-cut hairstyle, not out of choice, but because she had no ears left to show. In our school, we were required to wear two braids – but she couldn’t. So she kept her hair short to cover the scars, hiding the pain the world chose to ignore. She was just a child, forced to carry a lifetime of trauma, while the criminal walked free.
That incident didn’t hit me fully when I was a child. But now, as I reflect, it fills me with anger, helplessness, and grief. What had she done to deserve this? Where was the justice? And more importantly, how many more girls, women, children continue to suffer the same fate?
Life here isn’t peaceful. People toil endlessly just to earn two meals a day. Meanwhile, thieves, criminals, and the corrupt operate fearlessly. Even petty thieves are rarely caught. The law has gone blind. Justice is weak. And the system fails the very people it promises to protect.
Writing this today brought back that old memory – not as a story, but as a sharp reminder of how broken things still are. How long are we supposed to stay silent? Where do we draw the line between tolerance and surrender?
Even today, much worse incidents occur around us. But the public remains silent. The people – reduced to puppets.
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Final Thought:
Freedom is not a celebration. It’s a responsibility. And when the innocent are punished, when the helpless are unheard, when survival becomes a privilege – then it’s time we stop calling it freedom and start calling it what it truly is: failure.
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