As I held this Book "In The Name Of Honour" by Mukhtar Mai, in my hand, standing in the library, I just knew I wanted to read it. Although, generally I don't enjoy reading a biography, but i decided to pick this book up instinctively. The cover page shows the side view of the face of Mukhtar Mai. You can't miss the confidence and the strength on her face. The language is simple. The book gives a chronological account of the happenings without going into too much detail about the unfateful day, the trials and tribulations that this young woman faces to get justice for herself.
The book very well brings out the social, cultural, religious and political state of the country.The existence of tribal law, religious law and the law of the land are different. Women bear the brunt when revenge is to be sought, accounts have to be settled and punishment is to be awarded. Prevalence of Caste system is not unknown to India too. In this case Mukhtar Mai belonged to Gujar caste and the Higher Caste who had the monopoly in the Meerpur area was Mastoi.
The book very well brings out the social, cultural, religious and political state of the country.The existence of tribal law, religious law and the law of the land are different. Women bear the brunt when revenge is to be sought, accounts have to be settled and punishment is to be awarded. Prevalence of Caste system is not unknown to India too. In this case Mukhtar Mai belonged to Gujar caste and the Higher Caste who had the monopoly in the Meerpur area was Mastoi.
As I began to read the first page of the book, I felt hot flushes flowing down my spine. I was going to read the story of a woman who used her humiliation to empower herself... and to seek justice from the law of her land. (Also, it struck me later while writing this post that the last book which I read and wrote about "The Palace of Illusions" also had a similar tone and story, Draupadi seeking revenge from Kauravas for her humiliation).
I had read about this news, years back, and to be precise in June 2002. A young woman is meted out a punishment by the local tribal court in Pakistan. Her fault was that her brother was found sitting with a girl of a higher caste in a wheat field. The punishment was that she be Gang Raped by the men of that higher caste for the 'honour crime' her 13 yrs old brother has committed.
The news had jolted me like many others and had created a uproar in the whole world. The young woman's name became a synonym of women's right world wide. She was a poor, illiterate young divorcee, daughter of a small peasant, she taught embroidery work to other young girls. Simple at heart and religious.
She and her family were fooled, as she was to ask for forgiveness for what her brother had done (her brother was sodomized and beaten brutally though). As she thought, her words of apology would close a chapter of family feud, little did she know that she is going to be pushed inside a small stable and gang raped by four men, while the whole village will become a witness of her helplessness. Little did she know when she walked back to her home after that, carrying the weight of that body covered just by his father's shawl, bearing the pain of that body which has been violated so violently, that her pain, her anger, her anguish will pave the way for a women's movement in her country and in the whole world.
Revenge and justice are two different things. When there is no faith left in justice, we seek revenge.
Mukhtar Mai wanted justice and because of the spread of the news at international level, and various NGOs closely watching, she does get justice finally after a lot of problems, due to which she realises that she was being fooled at every step as she was illiterate. Therefore, the money she receives from various aides is used by her to run a school for girls as well as boys in her village. She wants no other girl to put her thumb print on a paper on which the only words written are treachery and exploitation.
A story of sheer grit and determination in face of acute poverty and fear for one's life. An amazing read.
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