Suddenly there was a voice - If you have five rupees, take it, Baini, Nidhi Kham! Eknas immediately stopped the pace of the pounding footsteps and turned my eyes towards the sound. A middle-aged woman was standing in front of a small picture house on the west side of the steep road. I was mesmerized by his sharp voice.

I was very surprised by that request without even knowing. And in a moment, as various things went over and over in my mind, an even fresher question arose in my mind. "What the hell, why did he speak like that?" At that moment, his friend from the morning tour, who was walking at a steady pace next to him, immediately whispered in his ear, "When you come abroad, you are like this brother."

Oh! A fistful of unsweetened air rushed from my mouth to my lungs. Now the pace of our walk has increased, but my mind is scattered with questions and frustrations! We walked forward talking about the same woman. This problem caused by foreign employment is very dangerous. Most people will come to their home, but in such a situation? The most important thing is mental health, isn't it a state of destruction to return home in the same condition?

After a few days of that incident, while inquiring about her with one of the neighbor's brothers, we found out in more detail that she has been flying abroad with her children. When the children came back when they were grown up, they had already started having mental problems.

One of her relatives has been listening to everything with the doctor, where the woman is telling everything about what happened to her abroad and how she was treated. Now remember, even if you just imagine, you will feel the pain. After that, he directly experienced such exploitation and abuse, which made the rest of his life a disaster. Maybe not even with more treatment or the financial situation of the house? She was paranoid.

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Mary Phupoo's daughter studied with us since she was young, she has a closer relationship with us than her siblings. Later, at a young age, she got married to a boy of her choice in a neighboring village. His life was spent in village activities, farming in the land, holding fairs. Now the children were growing up slowly, and the previous expenses on upbringing and education could not be sustained. One day she decides to leave the village and go abroad. At that time I was living in Damak due to work. Later, when I came home, I heard more from my mother. The evening before she was going to go abroad using Bharatiyabhoomi, sister came to us to ask for leave.

'Uta turned back and cried when I gave her money saying, 'I have some expenses,' I was shocked when my mother told me this! We, who grew up as if we were from the same womb, heard the opening moments of his foreign journey, and I kept crying in the dark night! At that time, the changing economic character of our society and the increasing cost of celebrating culture, the knowledge of crying did not come to me. At that time, I used to write a regular diary, and I have recorded that there as well.

and days passed by. It rained, the villagers planted crops without even sleeping at night where elephant trunks and water wells are equal. Now the time was coming, Dasain has come. I used to get home on very few days off.

The day after Tika Ho Kyar, the husband and daughter of the sister who had gone abroad arrived. Sitting behind her father on the motorcycle, the little daughter is carrying a bottle of alcohol and some other things in a backpack. Now I reached the climax of emotionality again! Kunta's heart is mine, such a scene! Until I felt it, the lotus heart was squeezed and stuck up to the throat. I forced the drops of liquid that were about to fall to my eyelids.

What did I remember at home? Maybe if his mother was here, the whole family would have come to celebrate Mawli. Sani Nani might not have been carrying koselipaat. Or the daughter is still being dragged and pinched.

I looked here, I never had two guests without my mother, I used to wonder when my mother would come every time I went to the market, or when I went to visit my relatives, I could not imagine not having my mother at home! Looked at my and his childhood, I felt so sweet! And still, when Nanye told the story of carrying Mechi river while her mother was going abroad, my heart got wet inside! That Dasain, when my sister's memory was broken, has remained indelible in my life.

Whether the children of neighbors who went to South India are looking for shoes-socks, clothes among the scattered belongings while going to school, whether the little son of a mother who went to Dubai is walking alone in the school with many friends...! Things like these always stopped me from going abroad.

A little later, either because of his wife's displeasure or because he was afraid of hearing that some women of the village had disappeared abroad, her husband (whom I refer to as Vena, not brother) went to Delhi, stayed for three months, and managed to bring her back to her homeland.

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Once upon a time, there was a wave of emigration of not only the men in the village, but also the women. Almost everyone who knew/didn't know Sava Akshar, either in installments or by taking loans from moneylenders, started going to different countries. My sister's village is a society where some tribals, some tribal farmers and some Dalit family houses are together. There was a sudden process of emigration of women who were almost at home.

One of them, a mother of three children, reached Saudi Arabia through India using someone else's document, passport, or let's say a broker took her there illegally. He was then reported missing for years. At that time, I did not know for sure through whom he reached which country. However, when he reached the village, he was sometimes discussed. Many doubted that he had died there.

Much later, a national daily published the shocking news that 'he became a domestic hostage in Saudi Arabia'. The correspondent who wrote the news belonged to that village. When he discussed the incident with his journalist brother, something else became clear.

A name that is almost erased, the same character that is about to go into oblivion in the memory of the family, uses the time that he can get away from home just for a moment to call the journalist's brother (who was abroad) and tell him about his situation. On the other hand, the brother is in Sanghar, who is about to leave his related publishing house and enter a new workplace.

He tweeted after hearing the news. Within minutes of that, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs contacted him and started the initiative to understand him in detail. After that, with the continuous efforts of the non-resident Nepalese organization officials from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, she finally managed to return to Nepal on December 1, 2077, Bikram Samvat. But, the sad part was that when she came home, the eldest daughter was already married, her son's health condition was deteriorating and her husband had left this world.

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'Would you like roti khan or chabal khan?', the owner of a house in Delhi asked two friends of our village this question on the first day! However, they reached there with the consent of the family. There was no one to interpret and explain to them, who were making patterns in Armparam-Khetala at home without even completing primary level education, about the hunders and thakkars found in foreign countries. When I remember now, it seems that at that time our village was covered by the light of education and consciousness. But that rarely happens nowadays. Villagers have internet in their hands, they can see good/bad news, they can understand things.

On that first day's question, they answered 'to eat bread', then they could not see the face of the rice dying until they were there! Their landlords, who were workers in different houses, always locked the main door from outside when they went on duty, and the girls had to take care of the children inside the house, wash the clothes, wash the dishes! Their family returned them to their village after many attempts, who lived like prisoners for almost three to four years. However, in the village, in the country, the problem of employment was still there. One person is still working in the comfort of South India and sending remittances to the country.

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Suddenly, the time that no one ever thought had arrived before the eyes. The year 2019 left the world with a very small gift. That corona epidemic, the whole world was in trouble, we were watching, hearing, reading and seeing bad news day by day! At the same time, the online and print newspapers of the country began to publish the news that the airport was filled with pregnant women who had returned from abroad.

A neighbor girl also falls in that crowd. Where and when was it easy to return home? After spending 14 days in quarantine, they were allowed to enter the village only after carrying proof that they were free from corona. She completed all the procedures and reached home with her growing belly. As soon as I heard the news, I had a strong desire to meet him, but I was helpless before the responsibility of the work and the fear of cutting!

came again that year's Dasain. When I went to my sister's house, I inquired about her. On the day I arrived, she started labor pains and was taken to the hospital. The villagers were saying, 'Tes's brother is stupid, he is in India now, he will kill him later!' My heart spoke, 'Killing him will not solve the problem.' In a while we also reached. I wanted to hear the story of foreign countries from his own mouth. The view inside the house was something like this! The baby was sucking milk in the delivery-arms, who knows about the society's behavior in the future and legal hurdles!

'Ke thari ho nani niko bau?', to my inquiry she asked 'What is Nepal?' Abala, who could not even understand which caste-community her lover belonged to, only knew that 'the boy's house is in the west of Nepal'. While still talking, she showed me a photo taken with her boyfriend. I captured that photo on my mobile camera and left. I still think, does that man who is worthy of fair complexion remember the girlfriend he got pregnant and the baby born from her womb?

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One of my colleagues used to say, 'In fact, the rule is that the daughter is in charge of the house and the children, and the son goes out to work.'

When will the end of the era when only men go out of the house and behave? But, will we now make a suitable workplace for women or not? Whether or not to provide proper education, classes, training, public awareness for those who want to go for foreign employment? To inspire to choose a safe employment destination or not? Start a debate on these issues from the ground level or not? It is now necessary to put it into practice as much as possible without just debating. 

Who can guarantee that women's rights will be ensured by giving a day off to ritualistic parades on women's day and rallying with some placards? Shouldn't all parts of the society be serious about the safe employment of women who take steps to earn money equal to men?