Sixteen days. Sixteen stories about Her from my Diary.
[Please note day 11 and 12 are only on the blog, not on Instagram]
Day 13: Zin
Zin was one of the first cases I came across in my career. A young girl, I do not recall her age, but in the very early twenties.
She was from a rural area, and was traditionally engaged to a young man, who she happened to grow feelings towards during their four week engagement prior to her wedding.
Zin was one of those young girls who rained in innocence. She was humble, quiet, and had pink cheeks. Zin barely looked into your eyes even when she spoke to you, and her family referred to her as a ‘khatoona‘. She took care of the home, the dishes, the food, the tidying and was basically a second mother to her four brothers.
How did I know Zin? After her wedding Zin’s husband had shared with his family that he ‘did not see blood’ after their wedding day. After confronting Zin and her family, Zin swore with her hands on the holy book that she had not previously been intimately involved with anyone. Zin’s was taken to specialist doctors to do a hymen check as a proof of no previous intimate relationship.
More than one doctor confirmed Zin’s virginity.
She stayed married.
I wonder how many other girls did not make it to the doctor’s office, how many others girls did not swear on the holy book, how many other girls had families who believed their daughters? I wonder, how it felt for Zin to wakeup the next day to a husband who insulted her dignity based on ‘blood’. I wonder how it felt to be taken in a car by your in laws from one doctor to another for a hymen check. How did it felt for two entire families, and their relatives to speak of your ‘absence of blood’ on ‘that night’.
Then again, what if Zin’s husband was educated to know a girl’s purity is not entirely based on whether blood is seen or not, what if he was raised by a culture that glorified personal privacy of couples, what if he approached Zin before his family, what if he believed her? What if… and what if..