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Having suffered major blood loss due to delay in treatment and wandering from one place to another in pain I was unconcious completely when I reached hospital. I thought it was the last day of my life. On the one side I was afraid about my husband and my child thinking what cops might have done with my husband and when I regained senses I asked  about my child and my husband. The basti people told me cops had taken my husband to Robertsganj police station. Even today it gives me chills when I remember that day of my life. I used to remain afraid every moment after that incident. I used to fear cops might come anytime and beat up me and my husband and put us in jail. Me and my family members fear for that incident. I went to Robertsganj police station but none of the cops listened to me and then I went to senior officials including the SP but could not get justice even there. Now even the neighbours have started making joke on us despite we remain afraid all the time. But having told you all this I feel relaxed as no body had ever asked me about the incident like this in details.

My name is Dulari, 28, and my husband is Ram Surat. I live with my family in the village Rup Ghausia, post Sahijan kalan, police station Robertsganj district Sonebhadra. By caste I am Ghasia, a scheduled tribe. I have four sons and three daughters. It is with hard work and in great difficulty we are able to earn our daily bread and feed our children.
 
The incident took place at 8 am on January 9, 2012 when my husband came back from Lucknow by train. He had come back after performance at a programme “Rhythm of North India.” Cops entered our house at around 8.30 am and they were ten of them. I got afraid when I first saw them as they immediately started asking where was Ram Surat. I asked them what “was the matter gentlemen” but instead of giving response four of them started beating me, they kicked me with boots and abused me with the worst of abuses. Hearing me cry my husband, who was sleeping, came out and shielded me by covering me but the cops continued beating both of us.
 
Then they took my husband dragging till the fields while I was crying and screaming. I was pregnant then by nine months and could not even walk properly. I again asked the cops why they were dragging my husband in such a manner as he had returned back from Lucknow a few minutes before. The cops beat me up, abused me and threatened me to go away.  I could cling to my husband and pleaded the cops to leave him. I asked them where were they taking my husband but instead of giving a reply they continued beating him up at the fields and then turned towards me. They threw me on the ground with a bad thump and four of them kicked me in my stomach.
 
I was pregnant by nine months then. As the kick touched my skin I screamed out of pain as if someone had taken soul out of my body. I pleaded them with folded hands to let me go but my cries landed on deaf ears. All the cops and their senior officers could see I was pregnant but they paid no attention this fact and continued beating me though any untoward incident could have happened with me. They showed no mercy upon me. Two of them hit me hard on my abdomen and that kick resulted in to severe pain and uneasiness. The baby came out of the kick that cops gave me again and again. The baby was premature. There was blood all around and with blood on my entire body I was feeling unconscious. I don’t really knew what happened to the child at that time as I was near total unconscious and was surrounded by cops then. Perhaps the day was a a history that delivery was happening in presence of the cops surrounding a woman. The protectors were there as demons for the mother and the child.
In the entire episode when I was screaming in pain some of the neighbourhood women came to help and pleaded before what they had done by risking the lives of both mother and the child. They said both of us should be taken to hospital. After my father made a phone call two human rights workers came and I along with my child were taken to hospital. Some of the cops also then said I and the child be taken to hospital but their Circle Officer said I should not be taken to hospital neither the child and no one should take them to hospital. He had asked the doctors that none from Raup Ghasia basti be given any treatment. The government hospital doctors made excuses that FIR be first lodged before treatment and I was crying in pain. They were not moved with my screams. My family thought my child will not survive hence they brought us back home. Then with donation from villagers I was taken to a private hospital and somehow the child was saved.
 
Having suffered major blood loss due to delay in treatment and wandering from one place to another in pain I was unconcious completely when I reached hospital. I thought it was the last day of my life. On the one side I was afraid about my husband and my child thinking what cops might have done with my husband and when I regained senses I asked  about my child and my husband. The basti people told me cops had taken my husband to Robertsganj police station. Even today it gives me chills when I remember that day of my life. I used to remain afraid every moment after that incident. I used to fear cops might come anytime and beat up me and my husband and put us in jail. Me and my family members fear for that incident. I went to Robertsganj police station but none of the cops listened to me and then I went to senior officials including the SP but could not get justice even there. Now even the neighbours have started making joke on us despite we remain afraid all the time. But having told you all this I feel relaxed as no body had ever asked me about the incident like this in details. Having talked to you hope for justice has come to me.

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The work of PVCHR was awarded with the Gwangju Human Rights Award 2007, ACHA Star Peace Award 2008 and 2010 Human rights prize of the city of Weimar in 2010 and Usmania Award from Madarsa Usmania, Bazardiha for the development and welfare of education.

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