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Wake up God u made me daughter !!!
“Dear mother where should I go to for redressal?”
Satre once said that when he wrote, he tried to capture hope amidst gloom. I do
succeed in imitating him sometimes, but I usually fail whenever I try to write
on the most beautiful creature on Gods universe-women. Distress pervades the
soul invariably when she becomes my subject.
I had often heard that the women bestow colour, beauty and vivacity to the
world. But nobody ever mentions the price a woman pays for this. Is a man the
whole universe and a woman just a source of his pleasure? A war bounty since
centuries, a body to be dishonoured after the opponent falls in the battlefield.
Women are now fatigued and sapped after fighting for their rights since times
immemorial. It is still a moot point among armies whether the enemy is actually
defeated after killing more of its soldiers or by dishonouring more of its
women. In recent conflicts, it is still a norm to order soldiers to not only
destroy the enemy embankments but also to dishonor their women and dilute their
race.
According to a saying, one has to endure life even when one does not want to.
This is how those innocent young girls would feel who are molested with
increasing frequency in India and Pakistan. The news about gang rapes of these
young souls- who yet do not know the meanings of life, death, beauty, ugliness
and terror, can destroy ones sanity. In a recent incident, a 5 year old girl
was thrown in front of Ganga Raam hospital after having been subjected to
heinous barbarism for hours. As if the act was not immoral enough, news hungry
24/7 channels converted the episodes into breaking news, spreading
sensationalism instead of remorse and introspection. In a society at an all time
moral low, many would see crimes against 5 year olds a precedent to be followed.
Gross insensitivity and selfishness pervades our society. Numb lips remain
static-they don’t open to say yes or close to say no. Only a few protested over
the crimes, and the media made the lives of the victims a public theatre. Sara
Shagufta has said,
Whenever someone hurts you
Name the hurt a daughter
I was afraid when you were born beti
Then I was afraid forever beti
I am sure these suffering girls also constitute a small part of the public ruled
by the “Supreme Khadim” or the “Supreme Leader.” Would he sometimes ponder why
the rickshaw driver of Salamatpur threw his daughter Zeenat into the Ravi-her
mother could not save the crying, wailing child.
Women have been suffering since centuries. Mother, daughter, then the daugher’s
daughter have arrived and gone, but the suffering continues in one shape or
another. In the time of the prophet (mpbuh), a person came to him after burying
his daughter and narrated that whenever his clothes became muddy during the
digging of the grave, his young daughter repeatedly dusted his clothes with her
tiny hands till he buried her. Earlier they used to bury her, now they throw her
into a river, or in front of a rushing train, like in Sheikhupura recently, when
a father placed his twin daughters on the rail track only to be rescued and
transferred to an Eidhi Swing, which beseeches, “Don’t murder them, put them in
this couch of unknown parenthood.”
Is woman the source of beauty in the universe? No, she is a just an amusement.
Nobody knows her pain. Acid throwing incidents causing gross disfigurement are
common. A film made on such abuse won an Oscar for an educated Pakistani woman,
but nothing much has been done to stop and prevent such incidents. Disfigured
faces are seldom restored. Such incidents fill the appetite of the news cycle
and civil society, but do not inspire remedial reforms in the police and
judiciary.
The daughter in Mughalpura who endured the barbarians starts crying
hysterically when she sees her mother. She is so young and innocent that she
would not be able to identify the beasts who violated her even if she saw them.
But her young tears ask her mother-“Dear mother where should I go to for
redressal?”
These little angels, who are subjected to rape, acid attacks, are thrown in
raging waters or in front of rushing trains- they are the honour of our nation.
Their names must be kept secret sacred, but as per Mujibur Rehman Shami, the
beasts who perpetrate crimes against these angels should be thrown in front of
wild dogs, and then their torn and separated body parts should form part of the
“breaking news” that a woman is indeed a symbol of honour and beauty for us,
and those who desecrate her would be cut into pieces for deterrence.( translated
by Imran Ali ) .
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