From December 18 to 23, 2025, I travelled with a small group of colleagues from my organisation to Rukum East and West. The journey itself was demanding, with long hours on difficult mountain roads, sharp turns, and unpredictable weather. Our driver, with his patience, safety-conscious driving, and gentle humour, became an unseen pillar of this journey, and we owe him our deep gratitude.
We visited Khara in Rukum West and the rural municipalities of Putha, Sisne, and Bhume in Rukum East. In both districts, we met survivors of Nepal’s armed conflict (1996–2006): women whose husbands were killed or disappeared, women who were injured, and women who survived conflict-related sexual violence. What we encountered was not a story of the past, but a living, breathing present.
Rukum West: The living memory of the conflict
We left Kathmandu on December 18, 2025 and reached Rukum West the next day. On December 19, 2025, we arrived in Khara, a place etched deeply into Nepal’s conflict history. In 2000, following an attack on an army barracks by Maoist forces, army personnel retaliated by burning down more than 150 houses. Fifteen civilians were forced to stand in a line and were killed together in groups of seven and eight. They were ordinary people, women, men, families, none of whom were part of the Maoist movement.
When we sat with women in Khara for conversation, the conflict did not feel like something that had ended two decades ago. It felt present, heavy, and unresolved. The pain lived in their bodies, in the long pauses between words, in voices that still trembled. Grief had settled into everyday life.
Even the land seemed to mourn, quietly demanding truth and justice, asking why innocent lives were taken in the name of rage and revenge. Homes were burned. Livelihoods were destroyed. Livestock: cows, buffaloes, goats, and sheep were burned alive. Many women survived sexual violence, a crime that remains largely unspoken, unacknowledged, and unaccounted for.
From the window of the survivors to the house where she was raped.
Ironically, the place from which the Maoist revolution began shows little sign of meaningful human development today. While rough roads have been constructed, women continue to face multiple forms of domestic violence, often linked to the harmful alcohol use of their husbands.
Families remain trapped in economic insecurity. Income-generating opportunities are extremely limited due to poor access to markets; even when women produce agricultural goods, selling them is difficult due to the lack of a market. Physical and mental health challenges persist, compounded by inadequate sanitation and hygiene.
Transitional justice, meanwhile, feels absent, almost asleep, at a time when the country is once again facing constitutional and sovereign uncertainty. The past remains unhealed, and the present feels fragile. As we listened, it became clear how fear was deliberately used by both warring parties, security forces and Maoist cadres, to control, silence, and break communities. The brutality described was beyond imagination, yet shared with restraint and dignity. Sitting there, we felt the weight of their waiting.
We found ourselves asking difficult questions: Where is justice? What does democracy mean for these women? Who is listening to them now? And in this shifting political context, how much longer must women wait for truth, acknowledgement, and accountability? In this shifting political landscape, it remains deeply uncertain whether the lived memories of the past conflict will be treated as a priority or, once again, pushed to the margins, even as the country grapples with the consequences and demands emerging from the Gen Z movement.
Rukum East: Far from the promises of peace and justice
From Rukum West, we travelled to Rukum East, visiting Bhume, Putha, and Sisne, three remote rural municipalities. Over four days, we spoke with nearly 30 survivors of conflict-related sexual violence. Women arrived together, speaking slowly, carefully, and from the heart. As we visited their simple homes and took in the breathtaking landscape, one question returned again and again: Why were these women and families targeted? They lived far below the poverty line, in geographically isolated villages, distant from political power and ideological divisions. Yet violence was enacted upon them by both warring parties.
In a deeply patriarchal system, violence was normalised. Women’s bodies were treated as battlegrounds. Sexual violence was justified through harmful beliefs, that, “boys will be boys,” that sexual desire is uncontrollable, and that masculinity grants entitlement over the powerless.
These beliefs enabled armed men to dominate women and other powerless civilians who had no connection to the Maoist revolution, no protection, and no voice. This was not accidental harm. It was the deliberate use of power against those least able to resist, women whose lives were already constrained by poverty, distance, and exclusion. Their suffering reveals the brutal intersection of patriarchy, militarisation, and impunity.
What struck us most, however, was not only the depth of pain but the quiet strength with which survivors held space for one another. Many had never spoken about their experiences in a collective setting when we first met with them two years back from our organisation-Nagarik Aawaz. In these circles, silence was respected, and tears were welcomed.
These were not gatherings defined by victimhood, but by survival, resilience, and the slow rebuilding of trust. Despite harsh terrain and long journeys, often walking for hours, women came. Leaving behind household responsibilities, they carried both fear and hope. Their presence itself was an act of courage.
Healing, trust and collective care
When our organisation began working in these areas, we entered unknown territory. In the first focus group discussions, women’s faces reflected exhaustion, frustration, and hopelessness. Many felt life was already over. One and a half years later, we witnessed a profound shift. Survivors spoke of wanting to live, to see the world through their own eyes, to imagine futures beyond survival.
Everywhere we went, we were welcomed with love. In Bhume, Putha, and Sisne, women came together, bringing saag (spinach), maize, wheat, and meat, and cooking collectively to feed us with joy. Before this initiative, many had never sat together or shared their pain. Now they meet regularly, call each other, and ask about daily life. A community safety net has been rebuilt.
Holistic support, safe spaces, medical care, psychosocial counselling, peace circles, collective healing therapy, and modest cash support to start livelihoods, provided through our program, have transformed their sense of self. Confidence, dignity, and hope have slowly returned. Some women are now preparing to contest local elections in 2027. Others have opened fixed deposits or invested in buffaloes, goats, and sheep.
During home visits, we were lovingly forced to eat ghee, milk, and yoghurt from their livestock. Laughing, they told us, “We will not let you leave without eating the ghee, milk, and yoghurt from the buffalo you helped us buy.” It was not charity, it was shared pride and dignity.
Beyond silence
What made this journey extraordinary was not only the small intervention we did, but the people. Women were crying, but these were not tears of despair, but of recognition, healing, and shared humanity. This work reminds us that even small organisations, with limited resources, can create meaningful change when they act with integrity and care. And yet, a haunting question remains: Why does the state remain so absent, so unaccountable, so indifferent? Is it fear, denial, arrogance, or deeply rooted patriarchy? These unanswered questions, and this silence, have helped fuel the growing unrest and youth movements we see today.
Still, the women of Rukum East continue to rise, with scars and laughter, with milk pots and memories, with grief held gently alongside reclaimed courage. Their journeys remind us that feminist peacebuilding is not only about policies or institutions. It is about presence, love, and refusing to let silence win.
