My only Fault

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I'm a Girl

"My only fault"

I'm a daughter (was supposed to be killed in my mother's womb but due a brain damaging virus in some humans, I wasn't killed and hence accidentally born), I'm a sister, a friend, maybe I'll become a wife and a mother too in future but above all that I'm a rape victim just like any other girl (who is "accidentally" born).Now, some of you might be thinking "How dare this accidentally survived female foetus and a rape victim is speaking against our supreme mentality and laws? Why is she even complaining about being raped? Isn't that what accidentally survived female foetuses are meant for? Being superior to these accidentally survived female foetuses, we all are doing our jobs of raping her, her dreams, her rights, her career (oh, is that even a thing?), her whole existence. We know that no human being is perfect and there are some fake people who are a disgrace to us because they call themselves real men by going against our superior mentality and laws and support people like her who don't even have the right to be born."

Sorry, for this inconvenience caused to your big male ego and superior mentality but can you, my so generous fellow humans, permit me to share my experience? And don't worry I will only praise you and your work.

So, having said that as I should, I'm gonna tell my journey of becoming a rape victim.

It first happened when I was "accidentally" born because of patients of that brain damaging virus (my parents).I was a baby so I could not feel the terror of those non-infected eyes raping my whole body from their lustful gaze. But as I grew up I became familiar with those eyes and their lustful gaze. My parents were always watching my back and tried their best to keep me untouched from those vicious and lustful eyes. They would not let me go out in the dark and kept me away from strangers and outsiders. But they didn't know that those eyes were not always outside their house, they were also lurking behind the curtains of their own house dressed in false suits of family, friends, relatives, caretakers, servants, neighbours and teachers. Wherever I went, I would find those eyes following me and raping me with their lustful gaze. Some would even try to get closer and tear my body apart but somehow I managed to escape them. I tried to tell people but some said "ignore it", some sympathized me with" you are a girl and you have a deal with this" but no one helped me.  I would cry and scream but no one could hear me. Then I realised that I wasn't alone and there are a lot of girls ( or as u like to call us "accidentally survived female foetuses" ) like me who faced cruelty and wrath of those eyes. I felt like my soul and body were being raped whenever I heard any rape case. So many fighters, so many cases but justice and safety (I guess they aren't meant to be served in time).

People say that we are lucky to have survived and are living in this world, but honestly, I don't think so. I say that those girls who didn't get a chance to live are lucky because at least they don't have to live in this man-made hell.

Thank you for hearing my story and if your big male ego feels offended and shattered then I guess my story was worth telling.

Written By:- Harshita Pandey

Age:- 15 Years