I am afraid of going out and never seeing my mom again.
This is my thoughts and this is an old Facebook status of a girl protesting this shit. Last November she went out and was found dismembered in plastic bags the next morning.
I can't wait for today to be about celebrating inspiring women, a spike in our fight for equality, agency, and respect, and a day for reflecting on how far we've come and how much there's left to do. But gender violence is exacerbated and I don't know what else to say.
Today isn't even a day of mourning because every day is a day of mourning here (not that this is the only reason). Approximately 10 women die horrible deaths every day, most of them rape victims too, and those who die fighting this, and those who we don't know about, and those who we haven't found yet, those of us who are still here, those who were wrongfully detained today…
I think a lot about the ones we lose. Sometimes we get to know them through the news article about their murder. I hope the day will come when we feel all the things we see about other women's lives as an inspiration instead of the pressure we feel on our chests when we or our loved ones are away from home, alone and vulnerable.