There she laid at the autopsy table of a medical college. Her beautiful black curly hair flowing to her neck. Her eyes closed, in a blissed eternal sleep. Green glass bangles twinkled in her arms which were decorated with henna, a newly married bride with a departed soul.
Her lifeless limp body lay nude at the cold metal autopsy table with a dirty white cloth to maintain the honor of her body, which was about to go through postmortem examination.
A rifle wound adored with soot was burned into her lower abdomen at front and a shower of pallets etched the numerous exit wounds on her waist, hips and thighs.
Her innocent features screamed for justice, while her husband kept saying "It was a suicide! She didn't brought enough dowry!"
© Rabea Kamran