This is her short story.
I was just 15 years old, alike others who had wishes, aspiring dreams and a life to rejoice. I always wanted to be a singer and support my not so affluent family but fate had another idea for me.
That day when I was on my way to a bookshop in khan market I was accosted by a men with other allocated friends. The same men whose proposal of marriage I rejected, consequently he threw acid on my face with acerbic comments. I lay down on the streets, writhing in pain, until a taxi driver came forward and rushed me to a near by hospital. It felt as if somebody has set fire one my whole body, the skin were coming off like flakes, without any choice I faced the moment with abject surrender. In order to see my reflection, I used to peep into the water filled container bought by nurse to only find blurred image of my bandaged face..
Three months of treatment with numerous number of surgeries for his abhor and acrimonious mind set, I spent those days with hardships. Fighting back I filed a PIL against the adamant acid sellers openly without any responsibility. I fought from within and founded an organisation to support acid attacked victims but not to receive any altruism from the society nor an analogy for any other victims. But yes, certainly as an inspiration to all other females to fight back evils in this society.
Don't identify as a paragon of fighting spirit instead recognise me as other women who are victims of several hatred in this society. If you want to take something from take as a normal girl who fought with courage that's with in me. You have got all of those to face the hatredness in this society. Look even in burnt face I faced the challenges and overcame. Make sure you don't now to the evil instead call it time, enough is enough ; no more.
Call me an inspiration or Lakshmi Agrawal..
Look at her over The proud women Walking slowly to all her dreams, Proudly, lovingly, nurturing all over. Some thought the sun would not rise, Won't glow like her sparkling size, Some thought won't rise the occasion, Won't flow like the powerful ocean Some thought she won't be able, Won't be the right & capable, Look her, look her Her she is The pride of her work, The proud of her persona, The life of selflessness, The hand of help, The words of kind, The fierce of the enemy, Here she is beating the obstacles, Beating the filth, Rising above dirt & ego, All she is the proud queen Not the scare that others spit, She is precious, gracious, and blessed. Rise women, pretty women, rise, Happily, merrily, all above blessing, Touchwood high, blessed & higher. Dedicated to #Rety #proud #happy #winner #noevileye #pure
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