I AM THE CRUEL MOTHER

She was very worried and tired. Soon someone entered the hospital room. It was her brother. Which brother will like his sister weeping? He inquired the reason.

 "Bhayya.. my husband told me that if I give birth to a female baby I need not return to his house. What will I do? I have again got a daughter. Is the God blind to be so cruel?", the sister explained her 'tragic' situation.

"Don't worry,there will be a solution. Anyway you'll be staying at our home for two or three days,right? Within that time we can do something", even though his sister's worry spread to him, he spoke these words firmly.

She sat silently looking at the innocent face of her new-born baby.
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Days passed by. She was discharged from the hospital and they went to her own house where there was her brother,his wife and their children.

"Now,it is time we do something. There are two ways out of this problem. Either you should go without a husband or.....", the brother searched for words.

"Or what,bhayya? Tell me,please",she requested with a begging-look on her face.

"Or you have to forget the face of your baby. You've the other two children, right? You may continue looking after those two girls.Think that...". He could not complete as she started crying.

"Kill....you mean kill my daughter? Which mother can do it? Impossible."

"Either do it or you'll have to live without your husband. Can you do that? No woman can live without her husband."

She was a village woman who was uneducated. She had no other solution and no other means. She decided to follow her brother's words, cursing her faith of giving birth to three girls one after the other.

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The child was just three days old. The night was freezing cold in the very north of India. She removed all the clothes the baby had. No cloth..no sheet...no bed... She made the child lay naked on the floor and went away.


Let the child die- she decided. She sat away from the child and her tiredness made her sleep,deeply sleep.

Next morning, the sun woke up, she also got up. But she suspected that her daughter might be still sleeping- SLEEPING.
God is not cruel. He is really great! The three days old baby was saved. Her daughter was blue from head to leg, but still living.

The mother pressed the child against her chest and thought - If my three days old baby can survive this freezing cold weather and save herself from the nature, I , her mother, a 22 year old woman can definitely stand against a human-her husband, for the life of my own baby.


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Author's Note

This is a real incident that took place in India.

Ignore grammar-problems,please.

Reviews

[Mahan]

This was a very touching story, and it is clear that you are very passionate about this subject (which is definitely something worth talking about). Personally, I think it would have been more effective if you had ended it after "life of my own baby", but even with the other paragraphs it is still very well-done!

Keep doing what you're doing :)

[Sandra Nair]

Thank you! Your suggestion is of a great help & will be done.

[Riddhi]

Indeed , very nice story..It is the reality that this story happens is common to many village woman and still female foeticide is rampant...Personally ther is a lot of attachment of mine towards this story which cannot be expresses in words...A very heart - toughing story...actually this a story of millions of women who have to either lose their child or their husband...
Never leave writing....
Keep on writing and keep spreading this message ....
Second malala ....Take care
Riddhi

[Sandra Nair]

Yes, yes.. right, RIddhi. I was moved by this incident when our HRD minister told this real incident. Millions of women experience this sad story in their life.

[Riddhi]

Yes...I agree with you...

[Sandra Nair]

Hmm..yes!

[Randhir kaur]

I went so deep in the story that it made me cry..I dont know why a GIRL hve to suffer dis...Waheguru shower the blessings on every Girl to fight back against the evil..A very strong message Mam..Thank u.

[manju menon]

Good job Sandra...I have heard this story from our HRD minister ..But you have said it in a more effective way...Keep it up....

[Sandra Nair]

Thank you... Yes, you are right. Our honorable minister ,Mrs. Smriti Zubin Irani said this in her speech. I was moved by this incident and thought that more people should come to know about it. Not only Indians but foreigners as well .That was how I made it into a story.

Once again , thank you for reading and reviewing!

[Solar]

An incident that you have narrated simply and effectively.

What a pity that people have forgotten that girls and women are to be regarded as Shakti and raised in an empowering way!

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

This is hard breaking but devastatingly true!
Touching!
I hope that the girl will bring pride to her mother and lives long.
Well done!

[Sandra Nair]

Thank you,dear Jyoti. Yeah, let's hope that the girl bring happiness and moments of pride to her. And let us all live our life making our parents' proud.

Thanking,
Sandra Nair.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Amen!
You are welcome.

[M P Ramesh]

sandra,

Its life which teaches everyone the theories. For writers its movements are much needed. when writing , the process is concerned how one writer is intuitive is the matter. thats why writers are supposed to see beyond the real. There appears the more truths ... more realism.... hence the great lie called poems are rated a bigger truths...
The mother of yours has found it atlaST THROUGH YOU..


CARR ON................


M P Ramesh

[Sandra Nair]

Thank you for your humble opinion. These words indeed make me do more.

[Neytri]

Sandra, its so good to see youngsters write on these topics. Well done. I'd like to give you just one suggestion, explain the feelings a bit more. For eg, how the mother must have felt while leaving her child naked on the floor, how the brother must have felt seeing his sister's helplessness.
Just remember, its just my opinion. I'm not judging you. I'm basically no one to judge you.
All the best. Keep writing.

[Avinash]

This is a great story. The female child is unwelcome in most of Indian families especially Northern parts. But their lives are in the hands of their mothers and your story shows the way.

[Sandra Nair]

Thank you. What you said is extremely right. Everything is in the hands of mothers.

[Meghna Singh]

Great story to spread the message Sandra a big thumbs up.

[Sandra Nair]

Thank you,your words are always encouraging.