The Poor Oppressed Woman
The story of a poverty-stricken woman
A woman was sitting on the road and crying. Her nose was bleeding. Her lips had puffed up and her arms were sore with bruises.
Her blouse was torn and she had fallen looking desolate and lonely. Somebody on the road was picking her up.
It was a sorry sight to see her.
What happens when you see such a woman? Would you like to know why she was in this state?
I went up to her and tried to talk to her. She rejected me. I did not give up. I sat next to her and told her that I felt sorry for women who were oppressed. I like to help women and could I be of some help to her?
I went and brought some towels and tissues as my home was close by and cleaned her and gave her some water to drink.
She said that people from big homes do not know the sad stories of the poor.
Then she began to narrate her story. She came to work in the morning like every other day. She had been working for this employer for the last 15 years. The house where she worked was large and she stayed there from 10–5 every day cleaning and moping the house.
The employer was fine. He gave her a good salary and also gave her clothes and some toiletries every month.
