Aren't the words of a prostitute a bitter truth?
What are the stages a woman goes through and takes the form of a prostitute? It was important for me to know because I wanted to write on the subject of prostitutes. In this regard, a friend from Lahore arranged for me to meet a prostitute. I made a journey from Campbellpur to Lahore. Arriving in Lahore, my friend took me to a densely populated area. He stopped in front of a house through the narrow and dark streets and knocked. Opened the door and behaved like the prostitutes of Lucknow. The friend left me and walked back.
The prostitute took me inside and motioned me to sit on the sofa. She sat on the sofa in front of me.
He handed me a glass of water and said, "Sir, your friends were telling you that you are a writer."
He looked me in the eye and said why did you travel from Campbellpur to Lahore to write on prostitutes? Although you could find hundreds of prostitutes in Campbellpur.
I looked at him angrily. Before I could say anything he took a long puff of a cigarette and let out a circle of smoke from his handsome lips. Keeps a close eye on what is happening around him.
Sweat began to form on my forehead as I listened to him, but I was amazed at what he said.
Her cheeks were red with anger as she spoke. She drank a sip of water and then spoke.
Mr. Judge is selling justice here but the only disgusting thing is the prostitute woman. Politicians are selling their conscience here but you consider them leaders while prostitution of a forced prostitute bites you. Here the doctor is doing death business. Yes, but in your eyes, it is a sacred profession. Here lawyers and police take bribes and make false cases and the police carry out massacres in fake encounters. Mullahs and Muftis sell the religion of Allah for a few coins but still wear the mantle of holiness. Here governments are formed and overthrown by putting the law on the tip of a shoe. Here the country's resources and business are seized during the day. Here the country is made economically crippled. Here the state is created within the state. Here the seeker of truth is made a traitor. Here the media shows day and night. Here the journalist sells his pen for a penny. Here the teachers play with the future of the children. Education is just a business here. Every aspect of life is dusty here. Money is used to buy everything from top to bottom. But the only despicable thing is the prostitute who sells her body to put out the fire of hell in her stomach.
Her cheeks were redder than the red on her lips. Sweat was dripping down the corners of my forehead, dripping down as if the roof of a poor man's mud house was dripping in the rain.
She got up and approached me and extended the handkerchief towards me and said, "Sir, we prostitutes provide pleasure to male wolves. In the society in which you live, the existence of a prostitute is no less than a blessing."
I smiled a little when I heard this and thought to myself how a prostitute is defending her prostitution.
He went on to say that if we prostitutes do not cool the fire of these male wolves and provide them with pleasure, then these wolves will also file the innocent buds of Bint Eve and eat their flesh.
I had left Campbellpur with many questions in my heart, all of them were lost. She was constantly talking and I, who considered myself a writer and an intellectual, seemed unresponsive to the conversation of a prostitute.
She got up and sat down next to me and patted me lightly on the cheek.
This sudden question came out of my mouth and I thought in my heart that maybe this beautiful prostitute is very angry so she loses consciousness otherwise there was no talk of drinking dog water.
He took a puff of his cigarette and passed it to me.
After saying this, he looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Now you go, sir, it's time for our customers."
I got up quietly and walked towards the door. Addressing me from behind, he said,
Then you will not have to come to Lahore from Kanimbalpur. Create courage in your pen otherwise, you too will be counted among the writers of Linda.
By doing this he gestured with his eyes as if telling me to go out ...
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