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I don't know how to sum up my 23 years of life by writing. All my life i have seen fight between my mom and dad from the day when I knew what is fight. I never got the love of Father. Day and night of fighting always. When I was small he used to beat me up once he even broke my leg. I don't know what made him furious so I used to make my distance with him. I used to see my mother getting beaten up everyday and I couldn't do say anything since I was just a child and no one in the neighborhood would come for help. One day when me and my sister went to our school my parents had a fight and mom had backbone injury which makes her difficult to work or even do some regular work like cooking and washing clothes. Gradually time passed I saw that no one cares whatever you do is fine in this male dominated place and social barrier for woman in everything. We(me & my sister)used to call our Uncle whenever there used to be fight between our parents all they would say was don't fight and it was over without anything and the same fighting would repeat next day even my maternal grandfather used to come home and beg not to beat my mom. The unreasoned fight was like forever. My mom even kneel down 107 times before him for forgiveness. After I finished my school sometimes I felt like I should run away from here(home)but it's was not possible coz I know my mom struggle alot to grow me up and she gave me the love of both mom and dad. For her I used to make myself tolerate everything but there's gotta be limit of everything so when once I couldn't tolerate I called police for help and police took my father to police-station but my uncle used to come and take him out of the station the same day. My uncle had many big name people in contact so he used to do everything to take my father out. We were still unknown of the fact that money and power means everything here. So again when he returned back to home the same thing would happen and we were not able to do anything. And we used to call police and vice-versa. Once it was too much and the police send the case to women's cell and then uncle couldn't do anything but we had to take him out coz it was just family fight and police suggested better to have divorce then keep fighting always. And we started the process for divorce but our society sees that matter as negative even though we went forward and filed the case and at the last stage my father convinced mom to withdraw the case and said he would not do it again and started to cry and she withdrew the case. I was so angry that time but she even convinced me saying what's the society is going to say and what about your sisters marriage how is it going to be possible? I stayed quite and life went on for sometime without a fight in the house but gradually after 2-3 months again the dispute happened and my uncle had said that he would never come in our family matter do whatever you wish don't bother me. Life was moving on one day we came to know that uncle and dad sold our land without our permission saying that my dad is not married. Time was passing one day again there was fight between my parents I said not to fight and went back to my room. After sometime mom came to my room and I saw her hair all messed up and saw some bruises around her neck she started to tell me that dad came and started to beat her by pulling her hair and pressing her neck she struggled to get off but she could not and there was a pickle bottle near to her she grabbed and hit him as she was struggling for her life. After she told me that I immediately went upstairs to see the incident and saw dad was lying on the floor I came back down and called the police and even called some neighbor for help but no one came because everyone knew that there is always a fight in this house which is like normal. After sometime uncle came with police and started yelling that mom and I killed his brother(dad) infront of everyone. So police took me and my mom in custody and dad was taken to the hospital. I called my sister immediately after arriving at the police station. I got the news that dad was no longer with us. I told everything to the police and the police even let me go saying you were not there when that incident happened and they took me to the hospital to see dad. My uncle was telling why are the police bring the killer to the hospital. I didn't speak a word while I was in the hospital. But later when I returned back to the police station I was taken in custody again i didn't know what was going on again. The first night was like hell in the custody I couldn't sleep everything that happened to me came like a flashback from the childhood. The tears just rolled out of my eyes and I was waiting for the sun to rise. In the morning, I was told that the body was taken for postmortem and the report will arrive today by a policeman and in the report it was just a cranial cerebral injury (head). My uncle filed us the case saying we murdered his brother. After some days we were taken to the court and had to explain the incident to the judge mom even showed her injury which was never taken to hospital and the judge order the police to take mom to hospital for check up. She had bruises and her hands were pale blue in the arms and her head was swollen. She had to take medicine for Blood pressure it was critical. Me and my mom we were for 27 days inside the custody and after 27 days we were taken to the court for verdict. Our lawyers did their best to help us get out at the same time my uncle had his lawyers to keep us inside jail for 20 years. We gave our statement to the judge and waited outside. That was the longest day of my life and was so much depressed I felt like I am going to faint thinking continously about everything. And the later at 5 pm the Verdict was I was given an order to be there whenever the court for wants me on dates and my mom had to go to jail until the final verdict. She is still in the jail struggling and me I don't know what to do where shall I search for help. Help me save my mom.
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