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I still remember the joy my
sister brought to our household, my sister would be my maternal aunt’s
daughter, but she is not my cousin but my very sister itself. I have always
wanted a sister, ever since I can remember. I always wish I had an elder sister
who would scold me and whom I could fight with and I wish I had a younger
sister whom I could cajole and spoil. I know these dreams are meant to remain
unfulfilled, there is only so much one can do, no replacement would ever be
real thing would it? Then what I can do is a have a daughter whom I can spoil,
with whom I can fight and whom I can scold. Someone that I can say is truly
mine and who will always be daddy’s best girl.
When I saw the woman in this
video, who has murdered with her bare hands her several children on the eve of
their birth, my heart was shaken. There was not a speck of remorse in her
words, not a moment of self-doubt about her actions only the cold dignity of
doing what she thought was right. What would have turned her into this ominous
creature that stands defiantly in the face of modern society, a scar upon the
face of civilization? To imagine those bleak hands wound around the neck of her
own child who is still covered in blood and matter. The suppressed cries of the
new born girl escaping from the otherwise strangled throat. The new born eyes
vaguely making out the devil that her own mother has turned out to be, helpless
and bewildered. For what has she done wrong to live the life of a may fly, to
come and go and be forgotten in a heap of soil by the solitary fields.
Is being born a girl a crime, a
mishap or one of the great misfortunes of the 21st century? Why does
a moment that would otherwise be a celebration of life turn into persistent
gloom and prolonged misfortune? These are questions in the face of which the
modern society shudders and lowers its head in shame. The so called pantheons
of culture that we ourselves proclaim to be, has wittingly or unwittingly
brought upon the women great misfortune and has subjected them to what can be
called nothing other than slavery.
They can no longer legally find
if the child is a girl before being born and hence they can’t kill her before
she is even born so they lurk around till the moment of birth to don the black
cloak of doom and kill there very daughters in the most cruel of ways
imaginable. Many a visions of heal are much less revolting and terrifying than
the sight of father bashing his own daughter to death under the silence of her
mother. Where happens in utopia this gruesome scene.
Every child has the right to be
born and every child irrespective of gender be allowed the world. I have longed
for a daughter all my life and when at the moment it happened to be a boy,
would I kill him? Would I even think about harming him? Even in the face of my
many a dreams being shattered would I for one moment think that this innocent
life in my hands deserves not to live? How could I even think that, for in my
hand lies the miracle of life? All I could ever do is to love him and all I
could ever think is to be his hero. Come what may be to kill a child is
revolting and killing on the basis of its gender may very well be like buying a
first class non-refundable ticket to the bottom hell.
We have the blunder of many a
millennia to correct before us, we have to rectify the mistakes of several
hundred generations which has caused, encouraged and supported this injustice.
We have to with great patience and utmost dedication purify the society of its
evils that has poisoned its very fabric. How this can be done is not for me to
say for that we are well aware of. What we must ask ourselves is that whether
we want it done? Whether the urgency is felt in our hearts and if so then the
way is but a matter of taking.
