Silent Weeps In The Dark


Dear Mom,

How are you? I hope everything is fine at home. I am also good at my in-laws. Yes Mom, I'm able to pretend like everything is fine, just the way you taught me. However, sometimes it really hurts whenever my husband hits me with his leather belt in his drunken stupor.

I use my make-up skills everyday just to hide all the scars he has given me. Mom, I know we are poor and we cannot manage the dowry anymore, I still hope somehow, someday you will save me. Mom, my heart aches even more whenever he verbally abuses me and my family. He even calls me a h*e! 

Mom! I'm really sorry. I wish my skintone was lighter, then their demand for dowry wouldn't have been this much. 

Mom, do you know that last night he and his mom burnt my left hand with a cigarette? 

Whenever a relative comes to my in-laws house, I always try to put on a fake smile and show that I'm happy here.

Still I don't know why, they ask me, "why do you look so thin?", " Are you ok? "

As soon as they leave, my mother-in-law punishes me for looking pale. 

Why wouldn't I become this thin, mumma?

Afterall, all they offer me is just 2 pieces of intentionally burnt roti! 

Mumma, I'm really sorry. 

You told me not to register a complaint in the Police Station, because if I do so, society will chew my family's reputation. 

That's why I didn't go to the Police. 

But mom, today I'm actually physically dying. Yes mom, you heard it right! I really can't take it anymore! The day I signed our marriage certificate, I had little idea that I was signing away my death certificate. 

I am really sorry mumma! I have tried my best to become a good daughter and wife. Please pardon all the mistakes I made and remember me in your memories.

Farewell Mom,

Every Daughter who died because of dowry.

© Niloy Shouvic Roy


Edited by:- Diya Mukherjee 

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