A true story of a disgraced girl who was auctioned off in the streets of Pakistan

The story of a girl trying to get a foothold in the world of dance after a failure in love, who is forced by everyone to become a prostitute!  

Ahmad Saghir - Ialamabad

She Left the house for love, ended the relationship with the family, endured the separation of parents, siblings and finally the boy left her too.  

After being destitute, everyone's eyes were on her body, every man wanted to scratch her like a vulture.  

In order to get love, she left Lahore and reached Karachi and then became a dancer after being the object of the lust of different men in Karachi, but this forced girl did not find peace even here.  
She dances in private parties, entertains people, but whenever she is alone, she cries.  

Is this girl's destiny to cry now? 

Does this girl have to bear the dirty looks ,bad thoughts and insults of others?  
Is Zoya, whose real name is Shafaq, a burning mark on the forehead of this society or a mark of stigma? 

Is Shafaq alone to bear these hardships and sufferings or are there many other runaway girls like her who face similar situations?  Everyone is forced!!  

It was one night in November 2022, tired of a private gathering, I sat in the open air.  There was a chill in the air and November was showing that it had beaten the summer season.  I had a glass of juice in my hand and drinking juice continuously made me need to go to the bathroom.  Loud music was playing downstairs and voices of appreciation could be heard upstairs as someone thumped and danced.  As I walked towards the bathroom, before I opened the door, I was startled by the soft sound of sobbing and crying.  I stopped there and listened to that voice with surprise.  I did not even have the courage to knock on the door and ask who was inside.  I stood there like a statue for some time and then started walking back. Just at that moment the lock of the door opened and one of the two girls came out.  The girl's eyes were red, her lips were trembling, and her body was shaking badly.  I forgot to take a step back after seeing it.  I looked at the girl and read many questions in her innocent eyes at once and addressed her, are you okay?.  The girl put a fake smile on her face and lips and said, yes, I'm fine.  I don't think you're okay?  I asked the second question. She probably thought it was unpleasant for me to ask such a question, so the girl preferred to remain silent instead of answering my question.  I didn't think it fit to break her silence anymore and walked towards the bathroom.  After leaving the bathroom, I sat on the terrace exactly where my chair was now waiting for me.  I was only there for a short time when the same girl came to me with a cigarette in her hand, swaying and waving drunkenly.  This time she was satisfied and calm.  What is your name, the girl saw me and threw a puff of cigarette smoke in the air and addressed me.  Ahmad .  Ahmad Saghir  I explained two words in three sentences.  The girl smiled.  You are probably a journalist, right?  I wondered how you know.  She said, They were asking about you, so I thought you are the one who left the party and sat alone.  I couldn't stop praising the intelligence of this girl in my heart, that she has guessed well.  After that, like a girl, she piled things in front of me.  She spoke as if she had forgotten to speak for years. 

Being drunk, she didn't know what she was talking about.  

After almost an hour of continuous speaking, when she got tired, I asked her if she could record a short interview for me.  She was nervous to come in front of the camera and shy to face the camera.  On my repeated insistence, the girl also said some things in which apparently there is no particular continuity and connection, but nevertheless they are hash service.  Will you print my interview or just make excuses later like other journalists.  I promised that I will print it but I will hide the picture.  Why did she get angry on this?  Are these men not ashamed when they talk about taking off their clothes in front of me, but they are ashamed after reading my interview.  This girl's words touched my heart.  I vowed that no matter what happens, I will print the interview of this girl

According to the girl, she was a resident of Lahore, was in matric when she fell in love with a boy.  The boy took her to Karachi and promised to marry her but sold her ahead.  For some time she kept doing every good and bad thing to bring down the price of these people.  Several times she tried to escape but failed.  When her debt cleared, she went back to Lahore, but her parents refused to adopt her.  she didn't know what to do.  Then she decided to go back to Karachi.  There she met some people who took her to Dubai and Singapore.  She was tired of prostitution.  

So started learning dance together.  She started dancing to the extent of concerts in Pakistan and Dubai.  According to the girl, whenever she forgets to dance, she remembers her love and takes a lot of drugs and then dances.  

There is nothing special in this girl's dance, on the basis of which we can give her the title of the best dancer.  There must have been a madness and valor in the girl's dance.  

When she crouches on the ground, caresses herself, scatters her hair and bangs her head against the wall, she looks like a true picture of failure in love.

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