She Matters

 I grew up believing that my family would always stand by me, that as a daughter, I was just as valued as a son. But when my father passed away, I learned the painful truth—I was not considered an equal. My brothers took control of everything, from our home to my father’s land, and I was told I had no right to ask for a share. When I brought up the Hindu Succession Act, which grants daughters equal rights in ancestral property, I was met with anger and ridicule. “A girl belongs to her husband’s home,” they said. “Why do you need property when you are married?” Even my relatives and society stood against me, saying that fighting for my rights would bring shame to the family. The legal system was another challenge. Though the law is on paper, enforcing it is a different battle. Filing a claim meant long court cases, expensive legal fees, and endless delays. My brothers had money and influence, while I had to fight alone. Every hearing was a test of patience, and every delay felt like...

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I never thought I would have to fight for control over my own body. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I wasn’t ready. It wasn’t just about me—I was not in a stable relationship, I was financially dependent, and emotionally, I was not prepared to bring a child into this world. I needed an abortion, but the laws and system in India made it an uphill battle. In India, abortion is legal under certain conditions, but the process is full of restrictions. Since I was unmarried, doctors questioned my morality instead of my medical needs. Some refused to help, shaming me for even asking. Even though the law allows abortion up to 24 weeks under special circumstances, I needed approval from multiple doctors, and time was running out. The legal delays, judgmental attitudes, and lack of proper information made me feel helpless. I was desperate. I searched for private clinics, but they were either too expensive or unwilling to help without unnecessary paperwork. The thought of unsafe, illegal ...

 I was only 19 when my parents told me I had to marry a man I barely knew. My dreams, my ambitions—none of it mattered. They said it was for my own good, that he was "the right choice" for me. I begged, I cried, but my voice was drowned by tradition and family honor. Before I knew it, I was married against my will. From the very first day, I felt like a prisoner in my own home. My husband treated me like an object he owned, not a partner. I was forced to obey, to serve, to suffer in silence. Every time I resisted, I was met with threats and violence. My in-laws reminded me that leaving was not an option, that my family had given me away, and I had nowhere to go. But deep inside, I knew I deserved better. One day, when I was left alone for a short while, I found the courage to call a women’s helpline I had secretly written down. The voice on the other end became my lifeline. They listened, comforted me, and gave me a plan. With their help, I found a shelter where I could stay ...

  I married the man I loved, knowing that our journey would not be easy. He was my relative, and his family refused to accept our marriage. But we believed that love was enough, that together we could face any challenge. We were wrong—love alone could not shield us from the cruelty that followed. From the moment I stepped into my in-laws’ house, I was treated like an outsider, an intruder in my own home. They taunted me, humiliated me, and slowly turned their words into violence. But I endured it all because my husband stood by me. Their anger wasn’t just directed at me—they even raised their hands against my son, an innocent child, simply because they couldn’t accept us as a family. When the torture became unbearable, we decided to fight back. We reached out for legal help, knowing that justice in India is a long and painful road. My husband was denied his share of his father’s property, and we were left to fend for ourselves. But we did not give up. Together, we filed complaints,...

  For years, I lived in fear. The man I once loved slowly became someone I couldn’t recognize—his words turned cruel, his hands turned violent, and my home became a place of terror instead of safety. I told myself things would change, that he would change, but the cycle of abuse never ended. Every apology was followed by more pain, and every promise was broken. One night, after a violent outburst left me bruised and terrified, I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. With shaking hands, I searched for a domestic violence helpline and dialed the number. A calm, reassuring voice answered. They listened without judgment, offering me a lifeline when I felt completely alone. They connected me with a local shelter, helped me create a safety plan, and even guided me through the legal process of obtaining a restraining order. Leaving wasn’t easy. Fear held me back—fear of the unknown, of starting over, of what he might do if he found me. But with the support of the helpline, shelter workers, and...