{"id":5992,"date":"2016-06-19T18:08:57","date_gmt":"2016-06-19T12:38:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/13.201.39.237\/?p=5992"},"modified":"2026-07-17T21:57:56","modified_gmt":"2026-07-17T16:27:56","slug":"the-scars-heal-an-acid-attack-survivors-long-road-to-recovery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/13.207.105.184\/?p=5992","title":{"rendered":"What Happens When the Scars Heal? An Acid Attack Survivor\u2019s Long Road to Recovery"},"content":{"rendered":"\nI<\/span>‘ve lived in Mumbai all my life, and this was the first time I was boarding a local train to Nalasopara, a far-flung Mumbai suburb \u2013 perhaps the last bastion of real estate in the city, a piece of which low- and middle-income<\/span><\/a> families can dream of owning without pawning their lives for a home loan.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nI reached Sairabano<\/span><\/i>\u2019s locality, hop-walking over rivulets of smelly septic waste on a <\/span>kachcha<\/span><\/i> road, and first saw her in the window of her tenement overlooking the building passage. The room was dark, bringing the shafts of light falling on her into sharp relief. She\u2019d left her long dark hair open, held away from her broad forehead. But I was looking for the scars \u2013 I noticed the lighter lip skin and the darker scar tissue on the left side of her face, running from her upper lip to the length of her sharp nose. Beneath shapely eyebrows were kohl-framed eyes, with slightly unmatched lash lines.<\/span>\n\nI had walked in on a battle of wits between Saira and her daughter Alina. The 10-year-old wanted to go down to play. It seemed inopportune to interrupt this homely scene to ask Saira about her life\u2019s biggest tragedy.\n\nOctober 4, 2010. 10.45 pm. The second commercial break on (Mann Kee Awaaz)<\/span><\/i> Pratigya<\/span><\/i> was on<\/span> when Saira\u2019s sister Najma Jagirdar doused acid on her and their two other sisters Daulat Bi Khan and Reshma Sheikh over a <\/span>financial dispute<\/span><\/a>. Alina, only one-year-old then, was in her mother\u2019s lap when they were attacked.<\/span>\n\n\u201cStaying alive was a major struggle. Life got very difficult,\u201d remembers Saira. \u201cDaulat and Reshma were divorced<\/span><\/a>. The only male adult around was my husband, Irfan (Baig).\u201d Saira says she gave him the choice to leave. Irfan chose to stay. \u201cHe looked after us for months; cleaning our wounds, while we couldn\u2019t even dress ourselves. He\u2019s my saving grace,\u201d she smiles.<\/span>\n\nIrfan, who is from Lucknow, came to the city as a zari worker. His first interaction with Saira was at the Haji Ali dargah. When Alina hears this, she quips, \u201cIs that why you visit Haji Ali so often, mummy?\u201d The fifth-grader had remained nonchalant through the conversation, even during the bone-chilling details of her injuries and future risks. The corrosive liquid had damaged her face, back, and melted a portion of the back of her head, and maggots had festered millimetres away from her brain. A new bob now shields the vulnerable portion of Alina\u2019s skull after a boy in school poked her there with a pencil. \u201cDoctors say that even the slightest injury to the spot cannot be risked. Every year, I meet all of Alina\u2019s teachers and request them to take care of her,\u201d says 34-year-old Saira.\n\n

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(L) Saira immediately after the incident; (R) Saira, among other acid victims, was also featured in PNG jewellers ads in the past.<\/p>\n

Saira<\/p>\n<\/figcaption>\n<\/figure>\n\nOver the years, Alina\u2019s scars have diminished. Most of her face has also recovered except singed eyebrows and scar tissue on her nose, which bring on major bullying<\/span><\/a> at school. \u201cThey call me \u2018jaleli\u2019 (burned), and say my name should be Jalina, not Alina,\u201d says the girl, who dreams of becoming an actress one day. She tells me she gets back at them by punning on her bullies\u2019 names. She\u2019s learning to chin up with Saira\u2019s constant ministrations: \u201cI tell her, you\u2019ve watched your mother ignore them, you also learn to ignore.\u201d<\/span>\n

When the pain from the acid subsided, Saira had to deal with the very real struggle of returning to society.<\/blockquote>\nI take that moment to make a silent plea, wishing hard that Alina has an easier time. As if an acid attack weren\u2019t cruel enough, victims, not perpetrators, are thoughtlessly shunned.\n\nSaira recounts those days: \u201cThe wounds smell of dead rats, and when doctors clean them, you feel the scrub down to the bones.\u201d As soon as it was possible, Saira walked out of the hospital. But as fate would have it, a series of family troubles ensured Saira hardly had time to think about her own wounds, let alone her fate. When the pain from the acid subsided, Saira had to deal with the very real struggle of returning to society.\n\nEight months after the accident, when Saira moved into the building she now lives in, she had to live with her door and windows sealed shut. \u201cWhenever I\u2019d step out, people would scamper back into their homes as if they\u2019d seen a ghost,\u201d she says. The next-door neighbour, in charge of collecting the maintenance payments, wouldn\u2019t even open the door for her \u2013 she\u2019d just open the window a crack, take the money and slip out the receipt.\n\nThe isolation brought on depression and suicidal thoughts until she made a friend, two-and-half years after the attack. \u201cPeople would ask my friend how she could stand to see my scary face. Asma didn\u2019t care. Rather, she\u2019d question their morals; ask them how they could treat a fellow human being like that. Slowly, she started taking me out with her. She gave me a lot of support, she reminded me that I was human,\u201d says Saira. \u201cIt\u2019s all that we survivors need\u201d.\n\nActually, acid attack survivors need much more than that one friend. Their daily battles include things like weather, for instance. \u201cDoctors say don\u2019t go near the gas at all, it aggravates our scar tissues. Then when it gets colder, my hands and legs cramp; in summer, there\u2019s mad itching. And if we get wet in the rains, the skin starts pulling,\u201d she tells me. Multiple graftings have made Saira\u2019s legs weak so she can\u2019t stand or sit in any position for long. There is no peace in sleep, either. \u201cWith damage to both my arms, I cannot sleep on my sides; and Alina cannot lie down on her back, even after so many years,\u201d Saira says.\n\nThat\u2019s quality of life taken away from them forever \u2013 no money can buy that back. As if reading my mind, Saira says, \u201cYou know, acid is so easily available; people need to learn that throwing acid on someone takes only a moment, but it burns your victim and their families for the rest of their lives.\u201d As I write this, I hope Saira\u2019s words reach as many people, even those ABVP<\/span><\/a> students, who claimed on national television that they were told to arm themselves with lathis and acid.<\/span>\n
As if an acid attack weren\u2019t cruel enough, victims, not perpetrators, are thoughtlessly shunned.<\/blockquote>\nSaira spends a lot of her time now trying to be a better role model for Alina. Three years ago, the sisters, led by the oldest of the three survivors, Daulat, even set up an NGO, Saahas Foundation for victims like them. Unfortunately, Saira says, she and Daulat are now estranged, and she has no connection with the NGO.\n\nTo provide her children with a secure environment, Saira says she has to speak up. Tired of being shunned by her neighbours, she once confronted everyone at a society meeting. \u201cI asked them all upfront what my crime was? Their antics were affecting my daughter, and she had made no mistake. We are just human,\u201d she said and walked off. She did not win them all, but her assertion made some revisit their behaviour, she says. She also stopped keeping her door and windows shut.\n\n

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Saira and her daughter, Alina, 10 years after the incident.<\/p>\n

Saadia S Dhailey<\/p>\n<\/figcaption>\n<\/figure>\n\nSaira is okay with earning a reputation for her badassery; all that matters is doing the right thing, she says. She\u2019s also a favourite at the local mahila mandal, where she is often called whenever an errant husband needs a good scolding. Her efforts to be outgoing are working, as Alina beams, \u201cMummy is like a leader.\u201d\n\nSaira considers herself among the lucky few who could minimise her facial deformity. It didn\u2019t come easy or cheap. Countless surgeries over seven years, many of which were done at government hospitals had to be done again privately, with help of aid from NGOs. Her arms still need corrective surgery. For now, she hides those scars under her sleeves. And Alina\u2019s treatment can only begin once she\u2019s an adult. The Baig family have welcomed this limbo. The birth of Mohammed Aydin two years ago has brought more light into their lives, says Saira. \u201cI couldn\u2019t even breastfeed<\/span><\/a> my son properly because my breast was scarred in the attack. But he\u2019s a happy child.\u201d<\/span>\n\nShe doesn\u2019t care anymore that the sister and her family who attacked them spent only three months in jail after being sentenced to 10 years. \u201cThis wouldn\u2019t have happened in a foreign country. I am too tired to fight. Where is the money? I\u2019d rather spend my energies raising my children.\u201d\n\nIrfan, who now works as a loader at the domestic airport makes enough only to feed the family. Saira spends her days raising their children, a day that Irfan also waits for. He wants to wrap up his familial obligations, so he can finally seek justice for his wife and daughter.\n\nOne can only guess what that means. As the world goes to watch Deepika Padukone<\/span><\/a> essay an acid attack victim in <\/span>Chhapak<\/span><\/i><\/a>, I\u2019ve met a real-life one. Hopefully, her story will also have the kind of closure the film does.<\/span>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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