No One Asks the Dead Girl

They call it "honor."
But whose honor survives a woman's death?
This poem questions the silence around honor killings - a violence that is not confined to one country, one religion, one caste, or one class. It is everywhere. It hides behind family pride, tradition, and fragile egos.
When a woman is killed for loving, choosing, or simply existing outside imposed boundaries, the world often debates "respect" instead of mourning her voice.
This piece asks what we refuse to ask:
Why does a family's reputation weigh more than a woman's life?
Why is there no microphone for the dead girl?
Honor does not bleed. Women do.