Where is Humanity!??
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Last published Sun, May 20, 2018
I have written this poem on Zainab!!! You must be wondering that who she is??
Zainab was a Pakistani girl. She was 7 years old when a man harassed her and raped her. She died but she left a question for us that "Where is Humanity!??"
By writing this poem I am just putting some question on me and to the world. I am just trying to deliver the way she felt!!! Although I know that I cannot describe how she felt!
Just read this, you'll understand everything.
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