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✿ THE LETTER ✿

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RABYA

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Rabya baccha,

I'm not feeling well. The intensifying pain in my chest and the sound of your silent tears is making me feel sick.

You're in the next room, a door apart from me yet I'm not able to walk upto you and tell you that everything will be fine. Maybe it's because of the shame or something deeper that's holding me back.

I won't deny the anger that I felt when I heard your Aunty telling me that you're pregnant. The very first thought that came to my head was that how I'm going to face the society after this?

I was out of the house, bending my head low in shame when I heard neighbours talking about you.

They called you characterless, immoral, taint to our family's reputation. They said that had it been their daughter, she would've been killed by them for daring to do so.

I didn't expect anything else from them, Rabya. I'm well aware that from now on, I'll never be able to step out without carrying the shame imprinted on my forehead that my daughter ruined my reputation.

But, then my chest started throbbing with immense pain when my mind drifted to you being dead.

When you were born, you were this little angel, crying in my arms when I held you for the first time. And when I held you for the second time, you wrapped your tiny fingers around my thumb and cried again.

My family was upset that the girl is born. They all wanted you to be a son even your mother wished the same but once upon a time, I was also the young man in my twenties before my marriage when I watched an old movie in the theaters and there I saw the Hero cradling his new born daughter and smiling at her. That was the moment when I felt a strange warmth in my chest, secretly wishing to have a daughter in future. So, when I was told that I became the father to a girl, imagine my happiness.

Couple of days after your birth, you fell ill. It was so severe that doctors put you on incubator. The hospital charges were quite high but somehow I managed to get money for your treatment. My family was not happy with all this. My own mother said to me that it's okay, first born child rarely survives these day. And you won't believe how infuriated I was Rabya, I screamed at my family and asked them to leave the hospital. They all wanted me to give up on you, on my little daughter.

I didn't give up on you when you were fighting for your life in the hospital and I had no money in my pocket to save you yet I tried everything possible to continue with your treatment. And today the same people expect me to consider you dead? Consider my Rabya dead? That Rabya for whom I fought with my luck to save her when she was born?

I'd rather die than to wish you dead.

I've seen you growing up and from the moment since you held my thumb, I never regretted going against the world to save you. Even today. I don't regret saving my little Rabya, even today when the whole world is against her.