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Word power three

Breakup Breakup Breakup, I whispered in my friend’s ear. He gave me a weird look and continued staring at his computer. It said the words again with little more strength and it is failed to get any attention. I shouted it at the top of my voice and it seemed to do the trick. He looked up , sighed and said, Listen I am really busy and give me some time Let me finish this and will spend some time for you. I was awestuck. He really did not take me seriously. He had trouble accepting the breakup without the drama and the stages associated with it. I just could not get out of it easily. I was confused.

What cannot I have an easy breakup when people can get a divorce by saying a word three times? Yes talaq talaq talaq is the mystery word. A man can say it three times and divorce his wife. No question asked. It is one of the atrocious customs of mankind. Religion was created to civilize men. But it is a two edged sword. It teaches us a lot of good values and a few misinterpreted customs. Marriage are may be made in heaven. But that does not mean it can broken because the religion suggests an easy way out. Divorce happen due to various factors with mutual consent of both parties. Talaq gives the man power over to his women and it gives the women, a sense of insecurity. The shocking part is the custom is allowed in India even when the country is known for its family values and unity.
In a country, where life sentence is offered for harming or killing a cow. The crime against women goes unnoticed. She is ill-treated, abused and harmed. If religion provides a reason for the offenders, then my basic faith is shaken. Why do we ignore women and her feelings because she is weak and the religion does not say so? We expect nothing big. We need self respect and care. I really hope religion will not take it away from me. Or atleast give a loop hole for others to take it away from me. Hope Hope Hope. Lets hope the three time magic works. 

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