A Mother’s Fear: Can I Protect My Daughter From This Cruel World?

By shilpi - Updated: February 3, 2022

Once, after having dinner, my husband asked me to have my regular medicine and rest. I was nine months pregnant with our beloved daughter. My husband handed me over a glass of water and said, “This time, I will name my angel, and that will be Zahira.” As we were already blessed with a boy, Krishav, we desperately wanted a baby girl this time.

After some time, when there was a deep silence in the room, I heard a voice call me, “Mamma!” I got scared and looked around but could not see anyone. While I was wondering about the source of the voice, I heard again, “Mamma, don’t be scared. I am your daughter, your angel.” I was trying hard to realize what was happening when she added, “Can I ask you something, Mamma?” I responded, “Yes, my dear, go on. Ask whatever you have to without any hesitation.” “You love me, right?” she queried. “Of course, my dear! What makes you say that?” I asked eagerly. She said, “Then don’t bring me to this world.” I was shocked and heartbroken to hear this. I asked, “But why, my love?”

“Mumma, that monster will be there. He will follow me everywhere, to my school, the relatives’ places, a public place, college, and any place I go. He will try to touch me on my cheeks, at my back, on my legs. Whatever clothes I will be in, whether it be my nappy, my first cute dress, my school uniform, or my shorts, he will try to unzip it. He will scratch me, pull me, and it hurts Mumma,” she responded gravely.

Filled with tears, I said, “No, my angel, your Mumma and Papa will always be there to protect you. We will save you.”

“But what if that monster is the most trusted one, Mumma. I can’t see you and Papa going through that pain. So please, Mumma, don’t bring me to this cruel world.” While uttering these horrific words, she suddenly started going out of my sight and was lost in darkness.

As I shouted, “Angel, Angel,” I could hear my husband was shouting louder, “Ria, Ria! What happened? Why are you crying in your dreams?” “Oh! Was it a dream?” I sighed. My husband gave me water and asked me to sleep again. But after that night, I had spent countless sleepless nights thinking if I would be able to protect my daughter.

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