A Prostitute in search of love… Oops!!! A Scriptwriter
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Girl: Marry me I am a scriptwriter
Boy: Wow! So, tell me something
about you
Girl: I am a girl with many
dreams. My poor condition at home forces me to become a prostitute during my
early days.
Boy: What?
Girl: Yes, But now, I am free from
my past. I write film scripts and earns well
Boy: Sorry, I cannot marry you.
The above conversation shows how
the society treats a girl’s feeling. Last day, I was reading an article Ami
Shagufta in Bengali
Newspaper. The article reflects Shagufta’s life. During her early days, her
poor condition turns her into a prostitute and she is only earning member of
the family. The name behind the success of Aashiqui 2, Raaz 3, murder 2, Woh Lamhe, Jannat… is Shagufta.
She is a well-known face of Bhatt
Films. She is Shagufta Rafiq. The article also reflects her struggle to know
her real mother, her childhood dreams. The necessity of livelihood and poor condition
force a girl to become an escort of different men. Isn’t it shocking? I wonder,
how many girls in this world desire to become a prostitute? No one, it is a hard fate and bare reality of
the society.
In the words of Shagufta, “Men
love to have coffee with her, chat for hours. But, when it is about marrying her,
everyone step back.”
No one feels the pain in her, her
eyes reflect her pain. She also has the right to love someone, marry a man and
have children too. But, the society did not give the permission. While she was in Dubai, she met a man who loves
her unconditionally. However, God played with her and take away the man from
her forever. (He is dead)
You have money, house, good to
eat and everything that makes you a happy person. I think love is very
important in one’s life. If you have hands to hold you, you can overcome all
the pains. Love is not the burden of expectations. Love is to share the moments
of life, both good and bad.
In India, there are so many cases
of dejection, prostitution and force marriage. Some girls are the subject and
some girls are only an object. Can we
say we are Independent?
A short poem from me, in dedication
to this lady
Go away,
Darkness of my life
I do not want to see your face
Go away,
Darkness of my life
For you, no one wants to love me
Go away,
Darkness of my life
I do not want to recall my hard days
Go away,
Darkness of my life
For you, no one wants to hold me
Go away,
Darkness of my life
I want to stop the turmoil within me
Life is beautiful
I want to continue the struggle of my life…
Anwie
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