"I was a daughter"

It all started with my birth,

Father was disappointed,

Mother felt ashamed,

People came to visit to pay their condolences over the unfortunate incident...the arrival of a daughter. 

I am a daughter, 

A great burden, certainly not a blessing, 

An unwelcomed child, 

An undesirable member of the family, 

A curse, 

I am a daughter, 

A wretched soul, 

With no desires, 

No dreams, 

No aspirations. 

All I can do is, stay inside, cook meals and marry to give birth to sons. 

I am a daughter and I am not allowed to feel alive, 

I am not allowed to laugh or clap with joy, 

In this way, I'd bring dishonor to my family. 

I am not allowed to feel cheerful in rain, 

After all, men of my family do not approve of this innocuous behavior. 

One day, I forgot the rules... 

I started laughing joyously, 

I have always adored the rainy day, 

So I came outside to rejoice those unusual moments. 

I broke the rules, 

And I was punished, 

I was killed, 

By the honorable men of my family, 

It was my brother, my father and uncle. 

They say, "they did this for honor" 

I have a question, dear father! 

What do you do with this "honor" now? 

Dear brother! Do you feel contented with this "honor" when you close your eyes at night? 

I was a daughter... 

And there is no honor in killing!