In a harrowing ordeal that unfolded in Rawalpindi, a woman courageously stepped forward. She accused a lawyer of violating the sanctity of trust and humanity within the very halls meant for justice—the district courts. Her voice, trembling with the weight of trauma, narrated the series of horrors that began when she sought refuge from a world that had already betrayed her.
Having endured unimaginable pain at the hands of her ex-husband in 2023, she found herself homeless and broken. With no place to turn, she went to the courts, clinging to the hope of securing a semblance of justice. It was there that she encountered the lawyer, someone she believed would help her navigate the law’s complexities. But instead of offering guidance, he ensnared her in a dark web of deceit and cruelty.
He called her to his chamber under the guise of explaining her case. As the door clicked shut, her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Each cry for help, each struggle to escape, was met with cold indifference. The lawyer, a person sworn to uphold justice, violated her in the most horrific manner possible, stripping away her dignity. He spoke of marriage as a cruel promise, but all he left her with was the weight of fear, manipulation, and repeated assaults.
And still, the threats hang over her like a shadow, suffocating her already fragile existence.
In another corner of despair, three more cases surfaced at the Sohawa police station. The first—a 33-year-old woman and her innocent daughter, just 10 years old, went seeking help but instead found a predator. The owner of the hotel, pretending to offer aid, lured her into a separate room where he overpowered her, violating her while her daughter, unaware, waited in the next room. A mother’s desperate plea to protect her child was answered with cruelty.
The second—a mother discovering the unthinkable. Her 14-year-old son, who returned from a hospital visit with a mere Rs1,000 in his pocket, was not just carrying money. He carried the weight of a horrific assault. A man from the neighborhood had taken him, shattered his innocence, and left him with a broken spirit, a small amount of cash serving as a chilling bribe for silence.
The third—a young girl, only 18, attacked in the dawn’s early hours by a poultry farm worker who saw her vulnerability as an opportunity for his twisted desires. Her bravery in reporting the crime led to the man’s arrest, but no arrest can undo the trauma that lingers in her heart.
In a society where justice should shield the weak, these survivors stand alone, their lives fractured by the cruelty of those who should have protected them. The cases are registered, but the scars, the tears, the cries for help remain, waiting for a world to listen, to act, to bring them the justice they deserve.