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Girls Are Not Scapegoats.


Whether Hindu or Muslim , whether rich or poor ,whether lower or upper caste you have shattered her dreams. The world that she felt safe around her village and the people whom she believed would safely take her home even if she is lost have proved to be the most hellish.She left home to return safely to her parents but her cold body returned shrouded.When each accused of a rape or assault case is convicted I hoped that this would be the end of it all but I was wrong, the cases are increasing daily including the ones that is not brought to the light of the public. Whether girl or boy when you express your suppressed brutal sexual desires on them you kill a thousand dreams nd hopes, you remind them that the world is no more good to live and it gives room for only brutality and injustice. Ultimately you kill the hopes of the burgeoning generations which includes me who hope to live in a better world. A big salute to the government, media and the legal system of J & K who tried to cover up this incident.
#anoutcryforjustice #howfarthishashtagswillcontinue #thewordsfromdeepinsidemyheart

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