The morning was quiet when the call came. The SHO said only one sentence: “Come quickly. Your daughter is hanging.”
Sania was twenty years old. Soft-spoken. She was gentle and kind. Four years earlier, she walked into her marriage with high hopes, believing every word the family had told her.
They said Sufiyan was unmarried. She would be safe. She would be respected. But they lied to her.
He already had a wife — and a daughter. When the truth appeared six months after the wedding, the shouting began, then the beatings, and finally, he threw her out of the house. After four months she gave birth to her first son at her father’s home. Later she filed a case for her rights. The court slowly moved in her favor — until Sufiyan showed up at her university, crying and swearing that he had changed. But for her little boy’s future, she forgave him.
She went back.
But the cruelty returned as soon as she stepped inside. He took her phone. He kept her locked away. He forbade to visit her father house — even though his house was only half a kilometer away, a distance she could walk in minutes.
She missed her brother’s wedding. She missed her mother funeral. Even on the day she died, he took her back home before her tears could dry.
Months passed. Her second baby was born. Her father found out this news a month later — from someone else. She herself had no way to tell him. She was imprisoned in her room.
It was the morning of 2nd Muharram. They found her hanging there. The pipe was too high. Her hands could never reach. A man’s scarf was tied around her neck. A broken bench lay on the floor. The room was full of shattered things, bruised walls, and silence heavy enough to tell the truth.
“She did it herself,” they said.
But everything in that room disagreed.
She was carrying a five-month-old child inside her. Outside the room, her two little boys cried. They didn’t understand where their mother had gone.
Sania’s father arrived too late. He touched her cold motionless hands. She could no longer speak about what she had suffered, but her bruised body cried out the truth.