The Losing Battle

The Losing Battle

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A very emotional poem about a true story that happened to a girl in India. It is heartbreaking that the girl had to go through so much pain, for my country to wake up and understand that women have a different place in society. On behalf of my country-men and women, I apologize for the behavior of a few narrow minded sickos that still strike terror in the hearts of women even today, and continue to hound the streets for a new victim. I am not asking you to "enjoy" my poem, but to respect the victim and pray that her soul rests in peace. Dedicated: To Nirbhaya, Our Braveheart.
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"You planned for this marriage to happen. I can't believe you trick your friend to run away so you can sway yourself into my life. Well, all your games has come to an end. You're just a gold digger, all you are after is my money. My conscience kept telling me before the wedding that you shouldn't be trusted but I was so foolish to think other wise. This is your end Ameera " he said with so much disgust. He was looking at me like I was a tramp. I don't even know what to think again, all this is so hard to take in. All in one day " That was not how it was, Amir. I didn't marry you for your money, I swear I was only trying to help Aisha. She--" " I don't want to hear a single word from your mouth, if not I will beat the shit out of you. You desperate gold digger " What? " Amir it me, your love. You can't do this to us Amir please" I held his shirt, before I know it I felt a hot slap on my face. He slapped me?. I look up at him in shock " you slapped me? " " I'll do worst than that" his eye is empty of sympathy, it's now filled with hatred, hatred just for me. He isn't my Amir anymore, he is a stranger. A stranger I don't even recognize. I fell on the floor and broke down all over again. I'm doom, this is the end. " I Amir sani Bula divorce you, ameera, once. Pack your things and leave my house" " NOOOOOO!!. please don't do this to me Amir. Think about our unborn child please " " what did you just say? " " I'm pregnant with your child" I nod at him for him to believe me. I took the results from my hand bag close to me and hand it over to him. " this is the result" he didn't take it " I don't want you to ever utter such nonsense to me again . I know what you're planning to do, you want to push your bastard child to me after the father didn't accept it right. You think I'm a fool? You can't trick me anymore Ameera. We are done " " Add this book to your library to find out more about it❤❤❤❤

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