You whisper words of love in my ear,
You know just when to say the right words,
That I want to hear.
I try to tell myself that I don’t care,
But who am I fooling because I want you here.
Impossible to live with you,
But if you go what will I do?
Mr. Heart breaker, smooth talking lover,
Your kisses leave me weak,
When you touch me I crumble at your feet.
You have magic in your touch,
You leave me wanting you so much.
You are like drugs and I am hooked.
I’ve got to find me a rehab,
I am intoxicated with love,
I need a cure for this malady.
That is taking control of me.
I need to clear my head,
They say there is no cure for love,
What do I do? There is no cure,
I’m in love.
Make me one promise
That you will be gentle with my heart’
Handle it with care boy,
Don’t you dare tear it apart.
I try to resist you,
But when you touch me I crumble,
There is no use pretending,
I am hopelessly in love with you.
Last December the people of India were shocked and outraged when a young woman was brutally raped and tortured. She later died as a result of her injuries. Now only a few months later another brutal rape and tortured has shocked the nation once more. This time the victim is only five years old.
The little girl was moved from a local hospital to Swami Dayanand Hospital in New Delhi on Friday. She is reported to be alert and stable. According to doctors she was being given intravenous antibiotics to fight a blood infection and further operations will have to wait until the infection clears up. “This is the first time I have seen such barbarism”, R. K. Bansal medical superintendent of the hospital said Friday in a televised interview. “There were injuries to her lips, cheek, arms and anus area. Her neck had bruise marks suggesting that attempts were made to strangle her.” He said a bottle almost eight inches long and pieces of candle had been inserted into her private parts.
The five year old went missing on April 15 and was found two days later by neighbors who heard her crying in a locked room in the same New Delhi building where she lives with her family. She was found alone having left for dead by her attackers. Anger at the authorities grew after the parents of the girl said the police had failed to take their complaint seriously, failed to carry out an adequate search and then offered them 2000 rupees – about $37 – if they would keep quiet about the case. On Friday a Television News Channel showed a police officer slapping a female protester in the face.
The police arrested a 22 year-old garment worker early Saturday morning in Bihar. The suspect had an apartment in the same building as the girl. He is accused of abducting, raping and torturing her. The Times of India reported that he told the police he fled the apartment because he believe the girl had died.
Prime Minister Manmohan Singh expressed regrets about the incident. On Saturday the president of The Indian National Congress Party, Sonia Gandhi released a statement saying “Action and not words are required to ensure that such incident never happens again”. A second suspect was arrested on Monday.
- Stepfather rapes minor girl in India (thenewstribe.com)
Abuse of women is a form of human rights violation that affects women just about every where in the world. Ironically one of the thing which contributes to abuse is the lack of unity among women and the fact that in some societies women actually take part in abusing other women. In places such as India and Pakistan mother-in-laws and sister-in-laws often beat and torture a new bride if they are not satisfied with the dowry that the family receives. There is no unity among the sisterhood and they see nothing wrong with hurting one of their kind.
In countries where Female Genital Mutilation is practiced, it is often the women who carry out this gruesome operation. In the Cameroon and other places that practice breast ironing it is the women who hurt their daughters and inflict physical as well as psychological scars. Women disfigure and hurt their daughters in what they say is an attempt to protect them from rape and harassment by men. These women fail to grasp the understanding that what they are doing is just another form of abuse. It is a no win situation for many young girls; if the men don’t hurt them, their mothers will.
One of the biggest obstacle in eliminating abuse against women worldwide is the fact that in many countries women have been conditioned to accept abuse as a part of life. Women suffer abuse in forced marriages and do nothing to protect their daughters from experiencing the same fate. So the vicious cycle of abuse is allowed to continue. For many young girls there is no escape, no way out. There is no one to stand up for them and no one to protect them.
The change must start with women taking responsibility for protecting their daughters instead of hurting them. Women must unity in the fight for equal rights for women. Young girls must no longer be denied the right to an education and they should not be forced into child marriages for which they are not prepared physically, mentally or emotionally. Women must understand that abuse of any form is not acceptable.
I may not have a big house
or a lot of money in the bank.
I might not have a fancy car,
but I’ve got lots of love for you boy.
I may not have the biggest boobs…
A lot of them are fake anyway,
but my love for you is real.
I don’t wear a lot of makeup,
and my hair is all mine,
cause I am the kind of girl,
who likes to keep it real.
So when you through chasing,
after artificial beauty,
just remember you have real love waiting,
and it was right here all along.
The world is full of chaos and people with twisted minds. In some countries the laws that ought to be enforced are ignored and people impose other rules to satisfy themselves. They have rules which make it acceptable for a man to torture and kill a woman. On the other hand if a woman refuses to comply to a fixed marriage or wear clothes considered as being inappropriate, it is seen as a sin for which she is punished.
In some cultures women are seen as replaceable commodities. There is no value placed on the life of the woman. She is looked upon as being inferior to her male counterpart and is treated accordingly. Brothers think nothing of killing their sisters to uphold what they call ‘the family honor‘ The question is, what kind of honor does a murderer bring to any family? What is honorable about killing your own sister?
Love to these people mean nothing and family honor means everything. It is a kind of sick twisted mentality. They do not understand the concept that unity is strength and that a family divided against itself will come to naught. They are so busy trying to protect their public image that they are blinded to the things that should be more important, that of a brother looking out for his sister and families uniting to protect family members.
The fact that brothers see nothing wrong with killing their sisters highlight the fact that in these societies men in general have very little respect for the lives of women and the laws if there are any is not sufficiently implemented to be a deterrent.
If women in these countries should turn the tables and say enough is enough and start to seek their own justice, I wonder if the laws will then be implemented or will they be able to get away with committing atrocities against men in the same manner that men commit atrocities against women? Interesting thought isn’t it? What do you thing?
The horrors of honor killings continues. Late last year a seventeen year old Pakistan girl miraculously cheated death. Her attacker was her own brother. Gul Meena life of misery began at the age of twelve when she was married off to a man old enough to be her grandfather.
She says, “My husband was sixty. Everyday he would beat me. I would cry and beg him to stop, but he kept on beating me.” Her family was not very supportive. “My family would hit me when I complain,” she said. “They told me you belong in your husband’s house, it is your life.
After five years of abusive Gul Meena met a young Afghan man and finally found the courage to leave her abusive husband in Pakistan. In November 2012 she packed some of her things and they made their was across the border to the city of Jalalabad in Afghanistan. She knew what she was doing was dangerous. Running away from her husband with another man was committing the ultimate sin. But she was tired of the life she was living.
“I tried to kill myself with poison several times but it didn’t work,” she said. “I hated my life. I had to escape.
Days later her older brother tracked them down. Using an ax he hacked to death Gul Meena’s friend and then struck her fifteen times cutting open her face head and other parts of her body. Believing that she was dead he escaped back to Pakistan. The authorities are yet to catch him and his family denies that he tried to kill his sister.
Passersby hearing the commotion discovered Gul lying in a pool of blood in bed and rushed her to the Emergency Department of Nangarhar Regional Medical Centre. Part of her brain was hanging out of her skull. Neurosurgeon Zamiruddin Khalid held out little hope that she would survive. She had lost a lot of blood and her injuries were horrific. But by some act of God she defeated death and survived.
Even then her troubles were not over; she had received life-saving treatment from doctors and staff at the hospital but she had no one to care for her on the outside. Gul had been disowned by her family and despite the government and authorities knowing that she was alive and receiving care at the hospital, they wanted nothing to do with her due to the stigma and circumstances surrounding her attack.
She stayed in the hospital for two months thanks to the generosity of doctors who donated money to pay for her medicine. Finally the organization Women for Afghan women were informed of her situation. They took her in, transporting her back to a shelter in Kabul to give her the love and care she so badly needed.
Gul Meena is one of the thousands of women living in shelters across Afghanistan. Many of them are victims of attempted honor killings.
You told me you loved me and I was the only one,
You told me you would cherish every memory that we made,
You told me I was the woman of your dreams,
No other could compare.
So why did your dream of us become my nightmare?
Why can’t I erase the vision of you making love to her?
Why do I keep reliving the nightmare of you,
Whispering I love you in her ears,
Telling her she was the love of your life.
Now I keep wondering if she is the love of your life,
Then who am I?
Punished for Being Beautiful
She is beautiful and she is so afraid,
In a perfect world her beauty would be a blessing,
But in her world it is something of a curse.
Boys will look at her,
Men will lust after her,
And for this she is punished.
Hot, searing iron is thrust into her breasts,
Her womanhood has to be disguised,
She is told It is for her own protection.
She carries the horror of this torture in her heart,
She wonders who will protect her,
From the pain of the hot iron being thrust into her breasts.
Who will protect her from the psychological scars
And from the physical pain,
Who will protect her from the distress
When she looks in the mirror and sees
Her scarred disfigured breasts.
She cries silently into her pillow
And she wonders is her pain will ever end.