“I had four sisters. Do you know what it’s like to have five daughters in a poor family like ours? The day my youngest sister was born, I saw the hopelessness overshadowing my father’s face like never before. People talked. They never spared a chance to leave their harsh remarks. Our future was decided with our birth. Looking back on the past, it seems as though the little that I have been able to study is still a big deal!
My eldest sister really wanted to study. When my father barred her from going outside and instead asked her to take care of the household chores, my sister used to hide and study alone at night. However, even that came to a half when she was married off. My father went out of his way to satisfy the groom’s side of the family. My sister came home once after the marriage. That day, she came into our room, locked the door and broke into tears. After seeing the blue streaks all over her body, I realized why she was crying so helplessly. My sister did not want to go back but to my father, his dignity was bigger than his daughter’s life. My sister passed away a few days later. Soon after my sister’s death, her husband sent in a marriage proposal for me. My father agreed to that too.
I ran away. I did not think I could be self-reliant. However, every month, I secretly send some money home for my other sisters since I can not go back myself. Do you know what’s the biggest regret? If I had this courage a little earlier, maybe my sister would have been alive today.”
– An employee at a garment factory
In the photo: Some of the daughters of the neighborhood