Prologue
"Throw the stones! Throw the stones! If you wouldn't do the same thing while placed under same condition then you should be the first to cast the sto..." my words where cut short when my sixteen year old son threw a rock at my face. The one I did everything for, he was the first to turn his back on me.
And they all began to cast theirs, they threw sticks and stones at me, spat on me. The perverted men tore my clothes and grabbed me anywhere and everywhere.
And at that dark point I remembered my mother's words.
"And I die with pride because I die for you. No death is worthy unless it is for your loved ones... I hope one day you'll understand this. I hope one day, when you leave this dark world, when you exit this sinful world, it'll be with pride, it'll be worthy." While I watched her struggle to breathe before her hands that were clutching mine, sagged and fell limply.
And with that memory I smiled through bloodied teeth, raised my head and watched them do with me what they want, what they like.
I took every hit without a grimace, listened to the women yell and curse at me without wincing- though it tore at my heart painfully-, watched my own son throw the heaviest rocks at me- his hits hurt most- but with every degradation, insults, beating, curses and molestation, my smile never faltered.
I kept on smiling, my face stoic, head high and my body held in a sophisticated position.
I die today, a proud death.
I'm a queen for I lose everything to make sure my son has everything. I am a queen.
And with those last thoughts, my eyes closed and the cold hands of darkness grabbed me hungrily.
I'm back!
Yes... I'm back!
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