"Allegations of Police Harassment and Abuse in a Jharkhand Village."
The police officers, after smoking cigarettes, burned my eight-year-old son's hand and asked, "Tell us, where is your father?" My name is Samida Khatoon. I am 35 years old. My husband's name is Mohammad Naseem. I have two children, a son, and a daughter. I used to make a living by picking abarakh (a type of fruit). I live in the village of Samsihariya, post - Dhoḍākoḷā, police station - Domchanch, district - Koderma, Jharkhand. I didn't know that due to the closure of abarakh picking, we would not even have enough food to eat. We had no other source of income, and we used to feed our family with the earnings from abarakh picking. But the police intervention with abarakh has left us and my child hungry. Whenever someone got some work, the little bit of grain we received provided some relief. Otherwise, we had to go back to our parents' home to get food. My husband had no job, and because of unemployment, our children's education suffered. We were living thr