This post originally appeared on The Logical Indians
We met your parents recently at your place at Rasana in Kathua district of Jammu. They miss you a lot. This is the second occasion when they are faced with such a difficult time. We were shocked when we heard that you had lost your two brothers and one elder sister in a road accident earlier and you were the only daughter left in your family.
:- (Little Asifa with an angelic smile.)
The two elder brothers of yours burst into tears when I asked them about you. I was informed by your parents that the younger among them – who was extremely talkative and used to tease you – hardly speaks.
Your mother whom you used to call ‘mamma’ was showing us the clothes, school bag, chappel and shoe you left behind. She was inconsolable and we ran short of words to calm her down.
She told us that you were unable to control hunger for food. You were kept inside the temple and the cattle shed without food before your murder. She was literally shivering while talking about the brutality you faced in just eight years of your life.
Your daddy has gone into depression because you were close to him. He is surviving on heavy dose of anti-depressants. We saw his prescription.
But believe me, you rule their hearts. You are alive among them. You are not at all dead.
:- (Asifa’s home at Rasana in Kathua district of Jammu.)
Do you know one thing? Our consciousness is now dead. A few years ago, we at least had a little bit of consciousness left when we came on the road seeking justice for Nirbhaya. But now we have stooped to a level where we hold our national flag in hand and come out in support for the bloody monstrous instead of seeking justice for you. All such inhuman act is now being accepted as a new normal thing in our ‘New India’.
– Tarique Anwar (Journalist with NewsClick.in)
Nirbhaya, Kathua, Unau
All are a constant reminder
Of the countless times women were tortured
And the countless times they were denied justice.
It could be you sister, your wife, your daughter, your girlfriend
Who could be dead today
But then again, it could be your brother, your friend, your son, your husband
Whose dead humanity killed them.
The biggest lie they tell us is that
These monsters are either imaginary, or far away or strangers.
Read full poetry by Dhwani here.