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My name is Rashida Banu. I am 35 years old. I was born in Harsol, a village in Himmatnagar. I was fourth in a line of five sisters and four brothers. As a child, I was quite domineering and could never accept injustice. I studied upto the seventh standard in a government school in Himmatnagar. I had to give up studies as my family was poor and could not afford the cost of education. So when I was 19, I got married. Initially life was fine with my husband. The doctors confirmed that I could never bear a child. But there was constant pressure from my in-laws who wanted a grand-child. I finally adopted my husband’s sister’s son. I took care of this child, but when he was around 8 years, the mother came and claimed her child back. There was an “andolan” of sorts at home as again the “demand” for a grand-child began. Succumbing to this pressure, I requested my husband to take a second wife. I myself looked around for a bride for him. After I had chosen a girl for him, the wedding took place and then began my troubles and traumas. While feminists around the world write reams and reams of books on polygamy, here I was fighting my own internal battle at home. My husband’s second wife wanted me out of the way! For all my sacrifices I had made, I had to suffer mental torture. I was not allowed to see my husband or even talk to him.
Around this time, came the horrific riots. My house was completely burnt down. I moved to my parent’s house, while my husband and his second wife moved elsewhere. They had a child by then. I took care of this child, but the second wife did not accept this. She distanced the child away from me. Completely disgusted, I decided to live with my parents for good. Today, I speak to my husband over the phone as I am not allowed to meet him.
My personal trauma has not made me bitter. I have now joined an NGO which is working for the relief measures of those families who have lost their near and dear ones in the riots in 2002. I visit villages, go from home to home talking to them about the importance of communal harmony. The local Muslim clergy would often mock me as they would say that as a Muslim woman I should stay at home and not go around in the streets doing this work. But I am least affected by their attitude. I have decided to live an independent life working towards the cause of peace and also provide solace through my advice to women who must have gone through the same story as mine. I advice women not to shed tears, but fight back the male domination.
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