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To rapists:

You heard her scream and blocked of your senses like you won. You didn't. You looked into her eyes and looked away immediately because you are a coward. You blamed her for what she wore and the way she covered her body thinking that the society's stupidity is your armour. Let me tell you, both, the society and you, are nothing but weak cowards who can't fight their diseases. Your mind is sick with nonsense and the only cure was you. It is late anyway, you are a villain and no sane would ever sympathise with you. I don't wish that anyone you know would get hurt. I don't wish that this would happen to your daughter or your wife or your sister or any women you know, it is not their faults. Only yours and you get to suffer for it, alone without anyone bothering because that sounds fair. To me, at least.
What you have done to other women hurt me as well; not because I am woman like them, not because we have similar private body parts. It hurt me because I am human and I have always loved the scent of freedom and hated oppression. I don't find fair for you to strip anyone out of their comfort zone. You did.
She is not a prey. You are a monster who chases the nothingness and it's foolish. You attack what isn't yours to satisfy yourself and guess what? You get no satisfaction because what your mind convinced you to do after sucking the life and sanity of your conscience is never satisfying. You stripped them of their rights and you stripped your humanity out of you. I find it impossible for any person to forgive you, God has his part though and nobody is an angel or a saint, but some mistakes are never forgiven. She will never be the same after what you did to her. I don't wish evil, but I hope your conscience torture you enough. No one can kill you, we aren't Gods. We are humans. I will let your mind does that part, it's yours and I don't think you are in control of it; hence, you weren't in control when you raped her.

Sincerely,
A human.



Dear Society,

What are you? Why do you always blame it on her? What's with her clothes, make up and perfume? You don't steal because the money wasn't look after. You don't kill because that person asked you to kill them. You don't lie because the truth was buried. And you don't blame her or call her a slut because he raped her. It is not her fault. You don't do the wrongs because no one is watching you. God is always watching. Heavens are. The good side of your conscience is.

We are living on the same land, following the same rules and are judged the same way. Although I hate how you don't follow 'To each his own' theory, but let me get back to that underlined phrase. Read it again and think closely. "The same way" goes back to you, the person who blamed the girl for what she wore, although I find their clothes just fine. It is not a matter of what she wears and I won't urge at this point. Let her wear whatever she wants, mind your businesses and teach your men how to control their lust.

I am not only blaming the rapists and I am blaming you too. You have to know where your thoughts are leading us and where your beliefs are falderal. You, too, are guilty for blaming her and giving every man power to dare to harm a woman. Oh, and don't speak of religions because your excuses must be jokes. No religion on earth told you to attack someone.
"Wearing tight clothes is a sin". Oh, I didn't know that harming someone else is not a sin as well. I didn’t know that religions tell us to fight sins with sins, else it would have been a bloody hell of a war.
Put aside the religion excuses. Okay.
"No respectful girl goes out wearing tight clothes". Oh again, oh. I thought that morals were about treating everyone well.
Put aside the morals excuses and let excuse me as I tell you about your sick culture. You oppress women and at the same time, you are building up your prisons inside your soul. You ask for "freedom" when you can't free your souls from slavery. You are a slave of your traditions which won't exclude you when the matter reaches you. It is a closed circle and no one will escape at the end. So before you go and blame her, punish yourself for what you brought us to.

Sincerely,
A human.



Dear women,

You are not a prey.
I won't tell you words,
Or write letters,
Because you know your worth,
And it is not your fault,
nor your case to worry about.
You are beautiful and that's
All what you need to know.
Case closed.

Sincerely,
A human.  



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