"The Silent Plea: A Daughter's Unheard Cry for Help"

Mother, don't wed me off — first, get me treated.

(This article is being shared again with the expectation that somebody could at last pay attention to girls and think about their voices worth hearing.)

"Allow me to carry on with my life unmarried on the off chance that there's no solution for me, or, in all likelihood I'll need to go through my time on earth in tears."

This was the request of a girl who thought she had malignant growth or a comparative dangerous disease quietly destroying her. Apparently, she looked sound, yet inside, she was in torture. However nobody paid attention to her weeps for help. Individuals excused her interests as simple overthinking, blamed her for being lovestruck, or guaranteed she was rationalizing. Talismans, charms, and petitions to God were utilized alternative for appropriate clinical consideration.

She over and over made sense of her side effects, including bone torment, however after shallow tests, she was told, "you checks out. When you get hitched, you'll be fine."

At the point when nobody viewed her in a serious way, she even trusted in her cousin, arguing, "Don't wed me — I'm unwell, and nobody trusts me." Yet this admission procured her reprimanding and, surprisingly, actual maltreatment. She in the end quit any pretense of, saying, "I will not make some noise any longer."

Her cousin and his family additionally disregarded her interests. Maybe they required somebody to satisfy family obligations.

On her big day, dissimilar to different ladies who cry over leaving their folks' home, she sobbed on the grounds that nobody trusted her. She made an honest effort to abstain from having youngsters, dreading they could acquire her aggravation. However notwithstanding her endeavors, she brought forth a child following three years. The youngster, delicate and wiped out, at long last persuaded everybody that something was off-base.

By then, it was past the point of no return. Tests affirmed she had bone disease. Her sister later shared, "The child died at two years old, however my sister had previously removed into herself. Her tears had evaporated; she turned into a quiet shell."

For a considerable length of time, they attempted different medicines, yet at some point, she told her mom, "I would rather not live any longer. Simply continue to give me pain relievers."

At the point when her uncle died, she lay quietly in bed, looking for her turn. Family members who stayed with her were stunned to recognize tears easily following quite a while of quietness. Tending to everybody, she said, "All of you know I'm a visitor in this world for somewhat longer. I have two solicitations: first, figure out how to trust your girls. Second, don't cover me close to anybody from one or the other family."

At the point when somebody attempted to talk, she flagged them to stop.

A couple of months after the fact, she died in her rest.

At the point when found out if her desire for a different internment was regarded, her sister affirmed, "Our mom demanded satisfying her solicitation. She said, 'We overlooked her throughout everyday life; we should respect her in death.'"

Yet, for what reason did she make this wish? The response stays muddled.

This genuine misfortune could fill many pages in a book. If I somehow happened to think of one, I'd name it The Quiet Tears of a Girl or The Little girl Who Fell Quiet.

There are innumerable cases like hers — stories that take one's tranquility and torment the evenings. A common idea waits: If by some stroke of good luck we could accomplish something significant for individuals like her.

The motivation behind this article is to accentuate the significance of thinking about all elements cautiously before marriage. For people in the future, we should leave hurtful customs and practices. Any other way, the weights of life will just develop heavier, making it much harder to bear.