Sumaira dreamed of graduating from college one day. But their village had none and she had no relatives in the city where she could stay.
Her father who was always more keen on having her brothers educated, had to be persuaded by her mother at the end of each academic year to continue the next year as well. Would he agree to his daughter staying in a girl’s hostel? He always said that he didn’t like the “type of girls” who lived in hostels. They were too independent and talked loudly.
That afternoon when he met the Sargodha Young Women’s hostel administrator, a strict looking lady and saw the boarded up windows, he smiled. This was the right way to keep these young girls.
This post is a satire written for Friday Fictioneers.