That Last Night

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 26; the 26th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is ‘That Last Night’.

She was fast her legs could carry her….running in the wee hours of dawn. And then suddenly she was grabbed from behind. She let out a blood curdling scream, only to wake up drenched in sweat. She looked around, yes she was back in her cell. Wiping off the beads of sweat her mind took her back down the memory lane to that last night of the month of March.

She had always wanted to be a good wife, a caring daughter-in-law & a proud mother of her kids. At 19, when the henna patterns were being made on her hands, she created her own dreams-loving her new family unconditionally & dedicating herself to her husband. It had been just a week of their marriage. Only a few very close relatives were still around in the huge house. It was a joint family as was typical in this part of Afghanistan, with 2 of her brothers-in-law living under the same roof with their families. She was the youngest daughter-in-law & some said the prettiest.

The door creaked open at midnight. She knew it’d be her husband, returning after meeting his friends. The thoughts of their wedding night flashed across & she blushed at the memories. The bed creaked under his weight & suddenly the smell of alcohol filled the room. She got up from the bed & stared at the stranger-“Who are you?””What do you mean who am I? I paid good money to your husband for you…now where do you think you’re going…?!!

She shuddered & blocked out that half an hour of hell she’d experienced. All she remembered was running. Running away from home, away from her in-laws, to the town. She remembered reaching the police station, bruised, out of breath & trying to explain to the officer what happened in between sobs. She remembered being handcuffed… being accused of Zina, daring to run away from home. She remembered the court’s order-12 years in jail.

Now at 25, she sat staring at the walls surrounding her. That last night 6 years ago…may be she should have run towards the lake, she never learnt swimming after all.

Note: The ‘moral values’ expected of a woman seem to be the same everywhere. Although this post is based on a news article I read today about Afghanistan, such practices are prevalent in India as well. Raising awareness is the least I think I could do.

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26 thoughts on “That Last Night

  1. It’s a shame to humanity, and awareness need, very beautifully penned. The ancient laws need revision as per humanitarian standards. Partiality and male dominancy should be done away with. Real brave reforms are the need of the hour.
    excellent penmanship.

  2. Very well put forward to the readers, such brutal conditions are faced by many women in such countries……they are deprived of any help or support either. Even one cannot put one’s faith in the judicial system for justice, such a shame to humanity.

  3. I applaud you for deciding to write about this issue. To be aware of such shameful torture based on religion is much needed in our ugly society.
    Keep up the good work!

    All the best!


  4. Such incidents are not uncommon to certain parts of the world and its really shameful, brutal to think about. Spreading awareness, like what you said is the least that we can do. I like your style and the lucidity of expression. All the best.

  5. Very nice. I liked the last two sentences – the usage is great.

    Very well written – quite smooth to go through.

    • Trust me I thought I’d go with that thought but then I realised it’s not all that easy for a 19yr old girl in a conservative society to fight back.. 😦

  6. I thought I had left a comment here. It is easy for a modern feminist like me with access to everything, say ‘Why didn’t she kill her husband?’. But to a woman in remote place, where the protectors turn predators, these words probably ring hollow. Nothing in the world has been used to abuse a woman as much as religion. Hinduism, Islam, Christianity – all these have bloody histories when it comes to their treatment of women. As to you language – well written, concise and the last line was the one I liked most.

    • Yes indeed, that’s why i stuck with reality & gave it a sad ending.I really hope more & more people become aware of these unjust rules & do something about it!

  7. I’ve been reading about the rather strange customs in the news for a while now, and somehow, it doesn’t surprise me anymore when I see the way men treat women on the superficial level as well in such countries. Hard to digest, but that’s the sad reality of it. Good job, writing this.

    • It doesn’t surprise you but i hope it angers you enough to take action when someone is unjust … that’s the whole point of the story .. thanks for dropping by 🙂

  8. Real men know how to treat women. a sad but very big problem in India, there need s to be strict punishment for this.

    And as usually excellent narration.

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