When parents arranged the marriage...
She: Please don’t make me marry him, I am in love with another.
Mother: Please understand my dear. It is a matter of our family’s honour.
When she returned after a few months of marriage…
She: Please don’t send me back. He drinks, beats and rapes me every night.
Mother: No! You must go back…for our family’s honour.
When she eloped with ‘another’…
Mother: I wish she was born dead. She dishonoured our family.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
Honor seems to be the most important value. Terribly tragic.
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Weird that Family honour comes before family itself!
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Exactly. Crazy and heartless.
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