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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Remains

Mirror, sliced into thousand tiny pieces
Cheeks stained with dry streams of tears
Eyes wide shut..
Hair, uncombed for ages
Face, withered and pale...
The remains of her hard fought, but lost battle...
Of unfulfilled, wasted life

00:29 7/3/2012

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Circle of Agony

oooooo
thou' tender heart
when..
dwells into haunted past
it melts...
engulfing the moments of eternal bliss
drowning, you and me, in the river of agony
AGONIZED
you & me
fight for escape
fight for a way out
fight to live and breathe
then..
comes a tide
takes us high...
we touch the highest
we almost reach to the shore
only to see the brutal tide of agonized, troubled waters..
pulling us back to drown, yet again...

Thursday, March 1, 2012

We, the rapists of humanity...


Keep your mouth shut if you are a woman and wronged by the society or by its supreme structures, or by its over glorified norms of respecting a woman and celebrated customs of modesty.
Change your type of dressing, if you are harassed, in fact it would be great if you don’t come out of your home, at all..
You are raped; oh you must have called for it
And since you were raped, out of shame, be silent, don't say a word; by speaking up you will bring shame to yourself and your family…
If you speak, you do so because you seek attention from NGOs and donors for money
You speak because you have no shame
O woman do remember, FOR US:
Silence on a crime, is virtue
Shame is not for those who commit a crime, but the ones against whom crime is committed are made to feel ashamed…
Shhhh, don’t say anything...
We so need to save the hypocrisy...
Please don’t speak!
So called religion is supreme...
Shut up because:
The honour of your family is associated to you, and also do remember, you don’t have any honour of your own…how can you have honour of your own. Oh, you are a woman. Your family derive the honour from your ‘modesty’, from the ‘sanctity’ of your body, from the ‘piousness’ of your ‘character’, you stumble that means the honour of your family stumbles…nothing happens to you, you know, it is the honour of the family which is ruined…
Mukhtar Bibi, who is known as Mukhtaran Mai, was gang raped almost a decade back, as an aftermath of a jirga’s decision (parallel, traditional system for justice). The decision was a so called tit for tat for Mukhtar’s family and was taken to dishonour her family who has assumingly dishnoured another family. In the minds of all men, who were part of the Jirga, only way to dishonour the family was to rape, rather gang rape the daughter of the family, out of no fault of her own. The whole community listened to the decision; the woman was dragged out of her house in front of the whole community and gang raped in a room nearby where the Jirga was held. No body interfered, no one moved even a single bone against this heinous crime, they heard, they saw yet, they remained deaf and blind, they had let the crime happen… it wasn’t their woman, it wasn’t their honour, therefore, it wasn’t their headache, either…
The woman, who was raped stood up for herself and went to police station to file a report, the power structure refused to file the report, but had to, finally, as the news somehow got to the media, the pressure mounted so the report was filed. That was a decade ago; there started not only the trial; societal, judicial and media trial, but a long wait for justice…
The wait ended in 2011, after a decade, when the supreme corridor of justice, denied the justice. The rape decision which was given in front of dozens of people, and while the crime happened, the so called system for justice gave its decision on the basis of non-availability of sufficient evidence… a crime for which the statement of survivor is evidence enough, the perpetrators who not only killed the spirit, the soul, the perpetrators who violated not only the body but molested the soul were set free without any charges, without any punishment..
There is another parallel story to it as well, which isn’t merely, a decade long, but it is a story of exploitation, molestation and murder which is continued for centuries…
The then president said, “Women in our country get raped to seek foreign attention and asylum in those countries…”
The media channels said, “Oh, she, by reporting the case, actually promoted her own self to visit the whole world, to establish her own NGO and to become rich.”
The majority society part, “Agreed with the above.”
The story doesn’t end at Mukhtar Bibi, every woman who faces violence faces the above in one form or the other, she is judged, she has to pay the price for speaking up, she becomes an outcast, she becomes a symbol of shame…
All the above statements makes me loath the president, the hoax media of this country and this society, this disgusts me…
I want to ask…
If Mukhtar gets ‘foreign funding for her organization’ does it nullify the actual crime?
If Mukhtar has seen the world by the very virtue that she stood up for herself, does she deserve to be denied the justice?
Is this society justified in its manner of judging a woman???
Are we not shameless, heartless, virtueless society with no honour of our own…????
Are we not all rapists, because we rape humanity, every other day???

I, You...

I, you, is a story of every woman judged, looked down upon or targeted because she dared to follow her heart…
I, you…
Yes, that is how it is like; living in the country I live in, especially when you want to be ‘yourself’ as a woman, especially when you choose for yourself, when you become the God of your own life and when you try controlling your own body.
Some would say, if one is determined to be oneself, what can stop him/her; one can always choose to be a rebel and exercise one’s own control over life. I used to think the same, until recently when I realized to my utmost shock the level of moral policing goes on in a society for a woman. Each and every action of a woman is judged by a certain lens by family…by society.
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What I do is my business
What I wear is my choice
What I eat or drink is what my taste buds like
What I believe is my faith…
But no, what I do is not my business because in doing things I have to respect your so called ‘honour’, even the slightest deviation would dis-honour you, your religion or honour of your country, the choices I make in my life are always seen with respect to religion, culture and your norms..
My love for you would always be conditioned to how much I give in or tamed according to what you believe in…
I don’t follow the rule of coming home in time (the decent time a woman should get home), I don’t love you
I don’t dress according to your sense or norms of dressing, I don’t care for you
I choose not to listen to your demands and lo and behold I am the most disgusting child ever born on the face of this planet
You fail to understand that I love you, but I have a mind of my own which thinks and what I think can be different from what you think… Can’t we agree to disagree??..
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Why don’t you acknowledge that…
I have a heart which has its own aspirations; I have my own path to tread
I have, from my own experiences of life, come to know that certain beliefs I have grown up with are not right and that I would like to have my own set of beliefs and my own principles in life, which may differ from the kind of religion you believe in, the kind of rules and norms you follow…
You fail to see that my belief or non-belief in God doesn’t stem from my identity as Muslim but my identity as human…
You do not see that marriage is not the only thing I should be aspiring as a girl but it is love I desire..
You fail to see that my utmost gratitude for the way you have brought me up and my love for you doesn’t die if I choose to differ from you and that this love should not be conditioned with such conformities
Yes, you can choose to dislike me if I choose a path of dis-honestly, if I choose to be inhuman, if I choose not to do what I believe in
But…
I am honest to myself
I am aspiring to be a good human
I don’t lie to myself
All I do is I try to think and know and then act, I don’t look at myself and things around me through the kind of lenses you have, my lens is very simple, it is lens of a human and from that lens I am a human too… with that I mean; ‘a woman’ is a human too…
On one side there is my love for you
On the other side there is a dream waiting to come true
Both are equally precious
Both are indispensable
The dream, the aspiration, burns like a fire inside
Will the fire remain?
Will it burn me?
Or will it extinguish… (Lines inspired by Nilima http://www.worldpulse.com/user/5334)