Rakshabandhan is a beautiful festival that celebrates the bond between siblings. It's often seen as the brother's duty to protect his sister, but what if that protection goes both ways? This year, as I reflect on my own journey, I’ve come to understand that the truest form of protection is safeguarding our values and the bonds that matter most—even from the very people we call family.
For too long, I kept a painful part of my life locked away, not wanting to revisit the hurt. But this Rakshabandhan, I'm choosing to share my story because I believe it's a truth that needs to be told: not all women are the same, and the strength of a family isn't always what it appears to be.
After my father's passing, my world crumbled. In the midst of my grief, I was faced with an unexpected betrayal . My in-laws saw my sorrow not as a moment for compassion, but as an opportunity for gain. They pressured me to claim a share of my father's property and insurance, trying to manipulate a difficult time for their own benefit.
Their perspective was cold and calculating, rooted in an ambition that was really just greed disguised. They saw material things where I saw human life and connection. I always looked for people who could inspire me, but in this situation, life gave me a different kind of lesson: it taught me what I should never become. As Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam once said, "It is easy to hold others under microscopic lens for their mistake and difficult to find your own." While I am far from perfect, I know that my heart has never been driven by such a pursuit.
The laws in our country are meant to be a shield for women, not a weapon to be used against our loved ones. My personal values are simple yet fierce: I will never, for just money, cause pain or disruption to my family or in-laws ,
I have never sought a lavish life, nor have I ever shied away from hard work. The path I've walked has been difficult, and I've faced moments of frustration. Though I never got that lucky break. Yet, the thought of sacrificing my brothers’ happiness for financial gain is unthinkable. My bond with them is not a transaction; it's a sacred trust.
My in-laws may have judged me for my choices, but I no longer care. They misjudged the woman they thought I was. They believed I was someone who could be swayed by greed, but they failed to see that the ties of my heart run deeper than any inheritance. I pray to the Almighty that the greed of people should reduce so they can see the good in others, and find peace.
This Rakshabandhan, I want to say to all men out there: not every woman is the same. We have different values, different life experiences, and different motivations. Please, take the time to understand the women in your life—your wives and your sisters. Don't assume that we are all driven by money. What we truly long for is to be seen, appreciated, and respected for who we are.
That, I believe, is the greatest gift we can give each other. It’s a gift that goes beyond a simple thread on a wrist; it’s a promise to protect the peace and love within our hearts, no matter the cost.
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