Fighting the onslaught
By: Mohammad Nadeem
In a quiet town nestled among the mountains, lived a man who once believed that love could conquer all. His marriage, arranged yet hopeful, quickly turned into a battlefield. What began with minor disagreements soon erupted into uncontrollable anger bursts, manipulations, and well-orchestrated scenes.
One evening, as if by magic, distant relatives—always missing during moments of genuine need—suddenly gathered at his doorstep in three cars, all within minutes. It was clear: something more sinister was at play.
Only a select few from his maternal side joined the plot—a sister with her husband, a maternal cousin and her husband, and a few others. But the rest, especially his paternal family, stood firm and cut ties with them when they saw the deception unfolding.
Then came the divorce.
But it wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of a storm. What followed were character assassinations that aimed to destroy him completely. Wild and horrifying allegations: multiple illegal marriages, rape with friends, family members accused of unspeakable acts, drug abuse, and mental illness—all fabricated, all without proof.
Yet society wasn’t entirely blind. A single question shattered her web of lies: “If he was such a monster, why did you take so much property from him?”
Another followed: “Why would a man give you anything if he had other wives?”
Questions that needed logic—something her narrative couldn’t offer.
She lost credibility. Every attempt to remarry—be it a constable, a shopkeeper, or desperate divorced men—was met with the same doubt: “If you looted your ex-husband, what will happen to us?”
She was losing the war she started.
The man, meanwhile, was crushed but not broken. Within a month, his family arranged a new marriage. When his ex-wife and her allies found out, they tried everything to destroy it. They visited the bride’s school, told her horrific lies, and even brought mental prescriptions to paint him unstable. But the girl and her family weren’t fooled—they had done their homework, consulted sources, and trusted facts, not fabrications.
Desperate, the ex-wife’s family tracked down a woman he had once briefly considered during his divorce proceedings—a woman he had rejected after background checks. They manipulated her with false victimhood stories, even swore on the Noble Quran and the heads of his children. They offered her ₹6 lakh to file a false rape case against him. But in the end, even she backed off, blocked them all, and later confessed the truth to him out of remorse.
This entire campaign of destruction was the brainchild of her brother-in-law.
Broken but not defeated, the man left Kashmir. He moved to Punjab, then to Saudi Arabia. With time, he rebuilt himself from scratch. No more depression. No more pills. Just peace. Alhamdulillah, he began earning well and finally saw light after years of darkness.
Despite paying ₹20,000 monthly in school fees and other expenses, a new case for more money was filed by his ex-wife—while she herself refused to contribute a penny from her salary. The children were kept away, their minds poisoned with lies, as their mother clung to a fake victimhood to mask her selfishness.
Today, the man has a message—not just from pain, but from clarity:
“Yes, I made mistakes—by waiting too long, by trying to save what was destined to sink. But now I know: Love isn’t enough. It’s often just a fantasy shaped by hormones and wishful thinking. Parents must not surrender to emotional blackmail from their children in the name of love marriages. They must verify deeply—especially the girl’s mother and sister, for they influence her the most post-marriage.”
“I don’t share this to gain sympathy. I share it so others can be saved from such traps. So someone, somewhere, can open their eyes before it’s too late. Because DV laws, when misused, can become tools of extortion, and in the hands of the wicked, even courts can’t protect the innocent.”
This isn’t just one man’s tragedy. It’s a reflection of a society in moral crisis, where truth is often lost in noise, and justice comes only after the soul is scarred. But through it all, he rose. And that’s what truly matters.
(The author is an Educational Columnist and a regular contributor to ‘Kashmir Vision’)
