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Her mother opened the door.
For a minute the mother could not understand and opened her mouth to ask the many questions that came to her mind. But then, she grasped. She grasped the meaning of her disarrayed clothes and messy hair.
SHE, her eldest daughter, who was the sole bread earner of the family. SHE had paid the price of being a woman forced, by her need, to step out of her home.
SHE limped in pain towards her room. Probably, SHE heard her mother's silence in her terrified eyes.
"Go to your room, before the young ones see you like this. Go quickly, no one should know. You understand, don't you? You will not get any justice, just shame in this cruel, ugly society "
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