Prostitute

Taking small steps, she clutched her little girl’s soft hand and entered the big building. She had made herself too strong to take this decision; she had worked hard to make her little girl’s fortune. Nervously she entered the hall and was greeted by two smiling ladies, at the admission table. She had very finely, trying her best, had filled the application form, for the admission of her little girl.

“Ma’am I had filled the form, I-I came here for admission of my daughter” she nervously said.

“Please tell us the application form no.” the blonde haired woman asked.

“159876” she replied looking into the piece of paper in which she had scribbled the numbers.

“Ma’am your application is incomplete, we need to know that if you are a divorcee, then you must be working to earn your livelihood, we need to know your job.”

She was stunned, all the clouded memories and horrors sailed through her mind, and everything she went through was suddenly getting clear in her mind.

Her terrible husband, whom she thought would love her and care for her entire his life, left her shortly after the birth of her little girl. He was a vile drunkard, and she was just a toy for him, a toy to fulfill his lustful desires, which he would beat up atrociously when in a bad mood.

She clearly remembered how she was forced to marry such a beast, at a very early age and how she was denied from education, only because she was the seventh girl child of her parents and they were very poor to support her education.

She clearly remembered the job she did, the one for which she was though paid, but had to sacrifice her everything. The job which was her only option left when everything in her life was shattered and she was abandoned by everyone, with her new born girl.

She was not very educated, actually she was not at all educated, and she just knew how to read a little.

“Ma’am would you please tell me the job you do, so that we could complete your daughter’s application” the woman asked.

She knew, once again if tells the truth she was going to be called a characterless woman, and other bad words. But she had no other option other than to tell the truth, she didn’t know what else she could tell them.

“A Prostitute” she replied.

The teachers were taken aback; their tongue of modesty turned into harsh words as the ordered her to leave the place immediately.

***

‘Prostitute’ the word which clearly defines a woman, who sells her body every night to every second man, just to earn. We all know that they are the most abused and disregarded people of the society. They do sell themselves; make themselves someone to fulfill the lustful desires of thousands of men, but for what? They don’t work for pleasure, they work because of their circumstances, their sickening lives, and to earn their bread. They work for money. She was also among those who worked as a prostitute to raise her child. No girl is ever born with the dream of working as a prostitute; there are always certain conditions which make her one.

Prostitutes are regarded as characterless women, they are regarded as socially unacceptable and immodest, someone who is impure and disgraceful. But has ever someone asked their story, their story behind working in brothel, working as a whore.

We do call those women as characterless, disregardful and dire, but a serious question lays here, What about the men who visit these women for fulfilling their desires? Aren’t those men even as culprit as these women are to make this world dirty?

This business of prostitution would have never emerged if “those men” wouldn’t have used “those women” for their lust and voluptuous desires. If prostitutes are blamed for being characterless woman, it would be equally wise to regard “those men” even as characterless and unacceptable by society.