“A Girl told me a story about her”
Hay, Everyone my name John. Today I am telling you a story of a girl. She told me each and every thing about his life. She told me that girl is the weak member for a family. I was shocked what she saying.
But now days I realize that this is fact of society. People not give the proper status in this world to the girl.
In earlier Girl was burned by the non Muslims. Our prophet (PBUH) gives status to the women or girl.
Now a story of the girl as like as Poem Must read you will understand this story…
I'm a young girl who is kept from sight
Constantly I'm crying in the middle of the night
I'm a girl who lives in constant fear
From the torment I have to endure and hear
I'm a girl who lives in a world full of pain and shame
As others say that I am hurt and alone as I was to blame
I am a girl who is longing for acceptance and happiness
But it seems like no one really understand and cares
I am a girl who lives in a broken home
Dad got divorce and moved far away
I am a girl who still holds her painful childhood memories
Mum used to beat, slap, and thrown me around every day
I am a girl with a heart that is constantly breaking
As mum is always tormenting me with her anger and painful words
I am a broken girl who lost her innocence at a very young age
From a mum who hurts me with her deliberate unreasonable rage
I am a girl who is so lonely and sad
As I have no friends and would hide myself away
I'm a girl who was hurt from the people I used to trust
My friends became the bullies who would beat and torment me each day
I used to be the girl who would have tried to kill myself many times
But I was saved by what was the most precious in my mind
I used to be the girl who would bottle up all the emotions and fears
But I could no longer hold on and broke down into tears
I used to be the girl who hurt herself in every way possible
From trying to cut to breaking bones
I am now the girl who is still trying to hold on
But on the inside I am on the verge of breakdown
I am the girl who now smiles and makes eye contact
But truthfully I still want to fade away
I am the girl filled with the painful emotional and physical scars
I am a girl who now wishes to run away
I am now a girl who is trying to pray for everything to be better
I am the girl who still cries each night
I am the girl whose heart would be hard to fixed
I am the girl who now does not easily trust
I am now the girl who is still afraid
I am now the girl who regrets having to live life this way.
