I lost my Daughter, Asifa Bano

Men over the world have gone from glory to dust within few centuries. No matter he is educated, illiterate, Powerful, common, intelligent, empty-headed, Masculists or feminist, he finds a way to show his dominance over women & transgenders. We understand that “male” are biologically programmed to be aggressive so that they can get a “female”; but is the “Evolution” just a theory? Aren’t we supposed to be evolved from nomadic to Homo sapiens?

I have gone through all the reasons why men do crime against women and nothing come close to one gang raping a child and killing her. How can we call this a rarest of rare crime when it is happening every single day? A single man doing a crime can be associated as a phycological disorder but when a gang does it, it’s a complete failure of civilization where a group of people missed the average conscience to understand the misdeed and stand against it.

Asifa Bano, she was just 8 years old beautiful child, running around like butterflies and grazing her horses in Kashmir, a land of paradise. Her soul will never get the courage to come back to the world if there is a second life. We do not deserve her. Let her be at peace.

We will only understand the pain or the length of crime when we can identify the baby in the picture as our kid. It is easy to get over the situation believing that such heinous crime will never happen to us or our loved one. It is a national shame that we are debating religion, politics, cross borders and diluting the brutal killing of our daughter. I don’t know what punishment should be given to the criminal as it is being taken care by the constitutional bodies. I am worried how come we don’t have the imposition of penalties for such offense and why we are discussing now when Indian penal code was established in 1834 and amended several times till today.

I don’t know what I have to do to stop such incidents and safeguard my daughters. I can start with me home to educate but that will take ages to reform. I know even a light from a small candle will go a long way but life is not a poetry. It needs hard measures to transform the existing rotten civilization which should be completely dissolved in the ocean of shame. It’s a high time conceive a fresh new world where our butterflies can breathe fresh air and fly around in a real paradise.