I read this story on social media and decided to translate it into English for the people who can't read Dari or Pashto.
Location: “Kunduz, Khan Abad”
Reza gull, a woman born with mental disabilities in 1992 in Khanabad district of Kunduz Province, Afghanistan. Because of her mental disorders, her parents didn’t accept her. Her family kicked her out and left in the street. Nobody felt responsible for her, she was wondering street to street all alone until she reached to the city of Kunduz. Reza Gull was not safe from children’s stones neither from the cold of the winter and the heat of summer, and even from the rapist beast of the cruel society.
Hundreds of welfare foundations, dozens of organization work in Kunduz city but no one took a step to help her. She was not able to ask the right of living a comfortable life but even the people of the society never felt sorry for her.
She never experienced the love of her father nor the warm embrace of her mother. She did not know what the love of a family meant. She didn’t know where her house was and how it felt to have a house. She didn’t know what security meant. But she knew that she had to have a shelter, but she did not know that it wasn’t supposed to be ugly ruined buildings with no doors, windows and toilet. She had no proper place to live in. She had spent difficult nights and days in the streets of the city.
By the passing of time, she lost her one eye due to the stones thrown at her by the children. She faced many other injuries as well. Who knows how many times she had cried out? And how many times was she ostracized by seemingly wise human beings?
Reza Gull Didn’t know what rape meant, however, she knew very well that she had to wear a scarf (Chadar) in a place called Afghanistan, but she did not know that having a hijab would not protect her from the evil eyes of sexual predators. Reza Gull was raped many times by the cruel people of the society. According to Dr.Abdul Rasool Talash, “Rizagul was raped more than hundreds of times, was impregnated 5 times, had 3 abortions and gave birth to 2 children.” She unwittingly became a mother of two kids. Because of her mental disabilities she didn’t understand the responsibilities of a mother. All she had was the true love of a mother. Her first child drowned in the river of the city. Her second child died of starvation in her lap, but her motherly instincts did not allow her to leave the lifeless body of her child to be buried. She took the dead body of her innocent child with her wherever she went.
A week had passed, while she was asleep the people of the city took the child from her and buried him. She woke up with a heart full of pain. She cried and cried, but couldn’t find her child.
Finally, on a cold winter night, her life came to an end, and died in homelessness. The municipality did not help with burial expenses, but with the help of a person named Qomandan Wazir, she was laid to rest.
Translated by: Farhad Mashwani
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