I don't know what year this episode of my life that is not so ordinary but in that year I can able to identify who are the characters in this chapter although for privacy reasons I have to hide their names. To protect their identities of course.
A friend invited me to attend a memorial for their neighbour who died. In my criousity I asked what she died of? Natural death, sickness or other related ailments? What is the real cause of her death? Actually my aquaintance was adamant to tell me the cause of death. From what she heard, or from rumors and mongering that the woman died of suicide. She killed herself. So while we are at the chapel I looked around. There are not much people in there. The crowd is small just me, my friend, the sisters of the dead person. The chapel looks like it is not a Catholic church. I do not know what kind of religion they have.
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman inside the coffin. Looks like the coffin was custombuilt for her. She was wearing white long dress. Maybe it was her wedding dress? But why? I didn't ask any one of them. Thinking and answering to my inquiries belong to me...only to me. I was in deep thoughts asking myself again why this very beautiful woman will commit suicide. Then I looked at her three sisters who were present at the memorial, they are all blessed with good looks, they are stunning. They should be in the movies for their face are captivating you know good for showbizness. They don't need to wear make up. They have the good genes, fair complexion, they are mestizas, perfect nose, their height over 5 feet 3 or 5'4 ft and the other one is probably 5'2 but her posture is a little bit akward because she usually hides her face like as if very shy. Their dead sister has the same feature. She is very slim. Poor woman. I have my sympathy on her and her other sisters.
Then I heard somebody, " lift the coffin, touch it." What? Me? Do I have to touch the coffin? Wait a minute what are they going to do? They moved the coffin from its pedestal or stand and put it on the floor and then opened the whole cover from head to foot. My eyes are widening asking myself what kind of ceremony they are about to perform. I moved away. I started praying quietly. This is the 4th time that I viewed a dead person and everytime it seems families of the departed have different rituals to commemorate their dead loved ones.
Later on, one of the girls, not the sister said that the woman inside the casket committed suicide because she was battered most of the time by the foolish husband. She was unable to live the normal life and been a martyr all her short life and then she ended her life ---tragic! There she is peacefully at last.
How many women have been into martyrdom? In this year and age of modern technology, there are so many battered women out there and some of them you wont believe are women who are in showbiz. Lately Fran D. admitted she was abused and raped. And she blurted out in front of all the viewers on TV. So, if they were raped why on earth they cannot report it to the police and file charges and then have these maniacs send to death row? That's the only way to show solidarity to these women whose voice are seldom unheard of. They need bigger, louder voice to keep them back to sanity and normal function of the society where they live.
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