Campaign: In the Name of 'Honour'!
In the name of honour, they kill their very 'own', husbands, fathers, brothers do the act and society, by and large supports, while laws are often silent.
Fouzia's (murdered in the name of honour) blood soaked story...
You were my trust, my belief, my devotion
Each day I lived, I lived for you
On your terms
I carried your child in my womb
I had done it twice
I thought we can do it
I thought we were 'family'
I thought by entering my body
You entered my soul
I thought it was love...
One day, when they told me
You were enraged on something I didn't even do
That you would kill me
I said, "no matter what, he can not kill me". I trusted you, ENOUGH!
You came to me
With that look in your eyes and I said to myself
I was right and they were wrong
You loved me, you wanted me...
I had let you in
With warmth in my heart
I entrusted my body, my dignity, my trust
To you, like always and yet again...
You had loved my hair...long and in the braid
So you said, often
You encircled my neck with what you said, you loved
Aaah, that became execution tool
But O my murderer, my trust, my belief, my devotion
You did not murder me
My trust that bleed to death
My love breathed its last
And those two lives I had carried in my womb, once...withered!