A Daughter's Cry

Dad, this world is not good. It is ending with the lustful eyes of men. It is hurting this world by their sensual force. Dad you were protected me with your veil. Now my veil has been removed. I am not safe from anyone's eyes. Father I don't want to do job, don't trample my honor in front of these greedy people. You are with God. Dad Tell God my daughter is alone. Dad you know I work now. My manager repeatedly calls me to the office and touches my hands under the guise of papers and pencils. If I say something, he makes me do more work. I will tell him that my mother is sick. Let me go home quickly. Dad But in front of his sensual greed, my mother's illness does not matter; your princess's shoe has been broken for three days. Dad, you know that I can't walk barefoot.

When I was not wearing shoes, you would carry me on your shoulders. But now men take off not only shoes from my feet but also scarves from my head. Dad, why did you leave me? Look, Dad, now I don't go alone in my yard. Dad, when non-men hurt me with their eyes, I miss your veil very much. Dad, you often used to say that you have grown up, protect yourself, take someone with you when you come and go somewhere. Dad, mother is sick. What can I ask from her? Daughters' hopes are with the father. Now Dad, I no longer feel safe at home. Dad, since you have gone, no one has laid a hand on my head and said, "Son, if you need anything, I will bring it in the evening."

In the cemetery, a girl, about 22 to 24 years old, was holding a grave in her lap. Her words were full of hiccups.

I don't know how many girls are clinging to their father's grave and crying for protection