Flowers and Locusts

A huge child abuse scandal has surfaced in Kasur, a small city of Punjab. Some perpetrators had this atrocious, horrible, dark (and God knows no words can explain that heinous crime) business of abusing children sexually, raping them and making their videos. They sell these videos on porn websites and blackmail victim's parents for money. 280 children have been falling to prey since 2006, but their parents were too scared to come out because ghairat brigade of our society never gets tired of feeding on  other's sufferings. 

Does it tremble you to the core? Because if it doesn't, something is extremely wrong with your humanity meter.

This incident has raised serious questions on the part of authorities, lawmakers, police, even the common public. Accept it or not! our mistakes  have led those poor kids to that hole of darkness, which will suffocate their inner-self to death till their lives end. Those perpetrators have inflicted scars on their souls, but no one will hold them accountable because that is what always happens in our country. 

While civil society protests and demands justice, our law-makers find out that we have no legislation or policy for dealing with such crimes. I guess they had assumed that no Muslim would ever dare to commit such crime in a country whom Pakistanis never get tired of  proclaiming as a fort of Islam. Marvi Memon had presented a paper about this in 2006, but it's still waiting deliberation in our so-called democratic assembly. Police has been showing a usual attitude of oh-its-just-another-case. Politicians come on TV screens, utter a few words and bury their heads in the sand again. Some reports even say that PML-N politicians of that area, are involved in this so they are busy in covering their own asses with their nonsensical justifications. And public! Oh my holier than thou public. All those who scream on top of their throats on atrocities in Palestine and Burma are dead silent. Yes, the silence of death. And I don't see  those, distributing flyers, either who had made a whole fuss about Haya day on valentines day. It explains a lot about our messed-up-and-never-getting-straight priorities. And another thing which doesn't cease to amaze me is that how blatantly we call India as "rapistaan" without even glimpsing our own backyard. Simply, we are either too busy to consider it deserves our attention or just don't believe that it's happening here. And let's not forget the possibility of assuming that those children had invited all this by showing skin because in our dictionary that's the cause of rape at first place. These kids have long suffered because of our victim shaming, our deeply messed up humanity standards and illogical honour issues. And they will continue facing it because of our silence and sweeping such topic under rugs.  This is how we have shared this crime. This is how we have become locusts eating those flowers. 

Sexual abuse exists, it's rampant and it's feeding on souls of our children. It happens everywhere, in streets, schools, madrassas, work-places and your denial won't mask its existence. So, give yourself a humanity check. Condemn it, condemn it as much as you can, and at least raise your voice because it does make a difference. Wake up you slumbered nation! And save your kids. Because we are still in a state of mourning and lightening candles for those who lost their lives on 16th December, just because we were too egoistic to challenge our opinions.