"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

  Every day, we wake up to disturbing headlines. Another woman has died by suicide. Another daughter is lost. Not by fate, but by prolonged emotional and physical abuse she went through in her own home, the very place where she should have felt safest. And in most of these heartbreaking cases, there is a painful pattern. The family already knew. After the tragedy, we hear statements from parents and relatives. "She had told us he was abusive." "He used to beat her, we knew she was unhappy." "We believe he is responsible for her death." But here is the question that haunts me and should haunt all of us. If you knew, why didn’t you pull her out of that pain before it was too late? Why is it that a woman has to reach a breaking point before her suffering is taken seriously?  Our society still glorifies a woman’s ability to adjust. She is expected to tolerate, forgive, and endure. She is told, “Things will get better,” “Do not ruin the marriage,” “Think about ...