“Walking around thinking the same again To get to you I’ll go down on my knees Last night I swear it wouldn’t be the same Last night I swear it never was the same. Two is for a while but the one has got to leave That’s it! I ain’t lying and I won’t ask you please I’ll tell you what I have in mind”
She loved him. He cheated on her. She hit his head with helmet while he was dating the other women. They broke up. She found another man, and her ex hooked up with another woman (not the woman whom he had affair with). She married that man, who was her friend in junior high school. He married that another woman. Although he had hurt her a lot in the past with his infidelity, sometimes, on some conversation she still mentioned how she loved him so much. How nice he was when he’s still her boyfriend.
A man broke up with his girlfriend. The reason: different beliefs. They had to ended six years romance. They both get married with different people. But that man said he’d been avoiding his ex because he’s afraid that the chemistry is still exists.
She’s going to be somebody’s wife, months from now. She loves this soon going to be her husband. But once she said that she still has “a thing” for her ex. The one who broke her heart with dishonesty; the one whom she found was cheating with her good friend.
A single woman who loved her buddy from high school years ago, sometimes still avoiding eye contact with that guy because she’s afraid that the feeling is still buried somewhere inside her chest; it’s not dead yet, just hibernating and could wake up if a big wave come, while she knew it already that he’s never felt the same. But at least that woman knew she was not the only one who’d been in this kind of shitty situation. So she wrote and posted it on her digital stickybunbook as a petite reminder to keep rolling and shouldn’t look back.
I guess for some people, there will always be that “someone”, a person from your past who can make you wish you never met and fell for, because it hurts to know that you can’t be with that person.
“Let go It’s so hard to fill me in You’d better run as fast as you can When your eyes are getting low Tomorrow’ll say if you’re lost and found”
Perhaps there were intricate words in her head. Floating in abstract movement and left her no choices except mumbling and said discreetly in her head, in her heart; because perhaps that was all she could do. For kept screaming but no one listened. For being tormented soul that sang lullaby to accompanied her through nightmares, even when she awakened. The lullaby and prayers couldn’t expel the pain. Perhaps…
So she lost her appetite to choose path for her own life. The burdens in her chest were too much to handle. So she chose death, through rat poison which she swallowed to end all suffers. What’s the different between suicide and obligation to face your rapist every day, as husband; the despicable and abusive ones?
This story is real. It’s not a movie, novel, or crazy plot inside someone’s mind. “She” is real. Her name is Amina Filali. This 16-year-old girl, killed herself on March 10, after being severely beaten during a forced marriage to her rapist.
Zohra Filali the mother of rape victim, Amina Filali who committed suicide on March 10, shows a picture of her daughter
According to Avaaz, Article 475, in Morocco’s penal code allows a rapist to avoid prosecution and a long prison sentence by marrying his victim if she is a minor. Since 2006, the government has promised to strike this down and pass legislation prohibiting violence against women, but it hasn't happened. When Amina was brutally raped, her family reported it to officials in their town of Larache. Instead of prosecuting the rapist, the court allowed him the option of marrying his victim-- and Amina's family agreed to the proposal.
Sometimes such insanity makes me wonder what kind of monster that dancing upon a throne inside their hearts; those rapists and that society that embrace such a sick culture. Marrying your own rapist? Honor killing? And still blaming woman? What kind of law is that? Islam? Oh, please, I'm so tired of hearing about people using religion to justify
the terrible things they do. Cut it off, fraud!
No more words to spill in this writing. This case is another sadness that represents how rot human souls can be.
Dear God, I know most of the people say that suicide is an unforgivable sin. But I know You are the fairest, the Almighty. Please keep her soul safe.
Rest in peace, dear Amina. I hope all prays for you are your last lullaby. Amen.