The first time I saw the face of an acid attack victim in the newspapers, I was horrified. And I am shamed to say, a trifle repulsed. The image haunted me. It seared into my mind and juxtaposed against the before photograph of the victim, as pretty, fresh faced and young as a girl could be, I wondered about who in their right senses would disfigure her for life, and in such a cruel way.
Multiple operations had not restored her sight, her face was a crumpled open wound, she was confined to her home, and didn’t step out, the article read while the perpetrator of the attack was out of jail, married and leading a life as normal as possible.