The morning in Rajpur village was ordinary , but that day the air felt different. The sun was raising slowly , and it's soft rays were falling on the mud walls of the humble houses.
In a corner of the village stood a small house with broken walls an old patched roof , and an earthen pot kept near the door.
This was the home of a family where a new life was about to be born today.
From inside the house came the painful cries of a woman. She was Mehar's mother, enduring the labour pains.
A midwife stood nearby, repeatedly saying - "keep courage... everything will be fine...
Outside in the courtyard, some women and neighbours were standing, all their eyes fixed on the door.
A woman whispered softly -
" This time it should be a son " .
The other replied immediately - " yes, I already have three daughters i can't handly any more.
Their words slowly spread through the entire atmosphere.
Every word seemed to hit the walls of that house and reach inside.
Mehar's father was pacing back and forth in a corner of the house, worry was clearly visible on his face.
Many questions were running through his mind -
" What if another daughter is born"?
" How will I manage everyone" ?
He looked up at the sky, as if asking for help...but the answer was only silence.
Suddenly, a loud voice came from inside - and then...a tiny crying voice echoed.
For a few moments, everything become silent. The midwife come out... everyone's eyes were fixed on her. What happened ? Someone asked quickly. The midwife took a light breath... and said...
It's a girl...
As soon as these words floated in the air... the atmosphere changed. Some people nodded... some took a deep breath...oh another girl...
"Even God... What a test he is giving " ...
These words slowly turned into whispered but their impact was very deep but There were tears in her eyes but thoes tears had lone along with pain. The father slowly came to her. He looked toward the little girl ...
For a new moments he remained silent ... as if the words has ended.
" Again the girl... he said softly"
The mother immediately replied - so what happened ? she is our daughter.
Her voice weak but the words were very strong. The mother pulled the child closer... as if she wanted to protect her from every evil eyes in the world.
"See.....one day she will be our strength,she said softly".
Outside people were still talking.....but inside that small room.
A new story had already begun.
A stroy ...
That one day was going to reach the world that
"Girls are not a burden, girls are strength".
The child name was
Mehar .