Arshi OS- Justice

Arshi OS- Justice

Justice.

"Justice. What is justice? Is it to take an eye for an eye? Or is it to forget the sin committed and ask the victim to just "move on"? No! Justice is the legal or philosophical theory by which fairness is administered.  Ladies and Gentlemen, My name is Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada, and I am here to talk to you about one of the most unspoken crimes, Rape. Yes, rape.  In particular, Child Rape. A subject which no one raises the voice against. And at the end of my talk with you, I pray to the almighty that we all leave this centre with the thought in mind about how child rape and rape, in general, is wrong."

Taking a deep breath, Khushi turned her gaze to Arnav Singh Raizada, who was watching her from the crowd. He lightly smiled and nodded, silently indicating  Khushi to go on.

"I am a mother. I'm a mother of a cute boy and a beautiful girl. As a mother, I understand the pain which a woman goes through in seeing her own kin, her own child suffering. The slightest cut on my child's hand and I go completely insane! It hurts me more than it hurts any other person- more than it hurts my child! That's a mother's love! You may be wondering where the idea of rape comes in this. Well, allow me to clarify. I would like to request you all to shut your eyes."

Khushi glanced around the hall. Each eye was closed. She took a deep inhalation and recapitulated.  

"Imagine you have an adorable little daughter. She's only seven years old."

An automatic smile was plastered on everyone's lips.

"You and your partner have gone to a pilgrimage and have left her at home with your family. You are assured that she is in safe hands. Ok, so you finish your pilgrimage and in the near by shops, you begin to shop gifts for your precious daughter. You can imagine her reaction on seeing the number of gifts you have bought for her. You can hear her angel-like voice confessing how much she loves you and how much she missed you whilst you were away. Whilst shopping, you receive a call from your family back home."

Khushi gasped, mustering the courage to say the next bit of her discourse.

"The phone call informs you how your beloved seven-year-old daughter has been raped and beaten to her death. As if that's not enough, you are further informed how her dead body was found in the trash pile. The ground beneath your world slips and you can barely contain your angst. Immediately, you catch the next flight back home and once you reach, you're greeted with the face of your dead daughter, her body wrapped in white as she lays lifeless in her coffin. Now open your eyes."

Each and every eye in the room was moist with tears of acid threatening to drip for some, and already falling for the others. Khushi felt herself falling weak. She quickly pulled herself together. 

"I can see the impact that my words have had upon you. You're all deeply affected by what I have asked you to imagine. Most of you are on the verge of crying whilst the rest are already sobbing. The scene which I have just narrated is indeed a true incident which has just occurred a couple of days back. Some o you might have guessed; I am addressing the young Angel, Zainab Ansari."

"For those of you don't know, Zainab Ansari was a seven-year-old Pakistani girl who was on her way to Quran recital when she was found raped and murdered which incited protests and outrage in Kasur, Punjab, Pakistan. Ansari's parents had gone to Saudi Arabia for performing Umrah and Ansari was living with her aunt. On 4 January 2018, while going to a Quran tuition class which was very close to her house, she went missing. Her uncle, Muhammad Adnan, lodged a complaint with the Kasur District Police Office. CCTV video footage which was discovered by Ansari's family members, with no help from the authorities involved, shows her accompanied by an unknown bearded man in white clothes and a jacket, holding her by the hand and walking on a street in Kasur. Her body was later found in a garbage heap on 9th January 2018. After an autopsy, it was confirmed that she had been raped and strangled to death. The autopsy suggested that she endured captivity and torture before her murder."

"I have a question for all of you. What was Zainab's fault? What sin did she commit that she was punished in this animalistic way? For God's sake! She was a seven-year-old! A SEVEN-YEAR-OLD! A child who had barely lived her life! Can someone please tell me her crime?! Was it that she wanted to learn more about her religion? Or was it because of her walking outside without her father? As a mother, I can't understand how can someone do it to any child! To any being! Is this what our world has come to? Have people become so savage that they can't differ from right and wrong?"

"Ok, let's talk about the justice or a second. What happened to the people who raised their voice against Zainab's killer? The police began shooting at the protesters! And two were unfortunately killed! Is this justice? A moment ago, you all imagined How it must have felt being a parent receiving the death news of their daughter. Now tell me, Is this justice? Zainab's Sinner is out free whilst her family is lamenting over her demise! This isn't just!"

" Zainab was the twelfth girl. Eleven cases of a similar nature were recorded in the same neighbourhood during the past year. Eman Fatma,  Fauzia, Noor Fatma,  Ayesha Asif,  Laiba,  Sana Omar,  and Kainat Batool,  were among the victims and were all under the age of 10! For the first time, a voice has been raised! Don't suppress  the voice. Children are innocent. Dont take their innocence away!"  

"I'm going to conclude this now as I have no words to describe my thoughts and feelings. All I would like to say is A woman should not be judged by the clothes she wears. Her clothes do NOT define her character and they definitely do not give anyone a signal to harass, insult and rape her. 
A wife is not bound to pleasure her husband. You've gotten married- it does not give you full rights on her! If she says no, it means no. She's your wife not a toy. 
No means no. Say NO to Rape. Thank you." 

The room burst into fits of applause and whoops of happiness as Khushi wiped a tear falling out. She rushed down the stage and ran into her Arnav's arms and began to weep- overwhelmed.

"Im proud of you my lawyer!" He whispered into her ears as he soundly kissed her.

Khushi buried herself more into Arnav's arms. A few minutes later, Khushi felt a tug on her dress and looking down she saw her two children- Ayyan who was eight years old, and Aashi who was only three years old.

"You were great up there maa!" Ayyan exclaimed as Khushi kissed his and Aashi's cheeks.

"Thank you baccha!" 

Khushi picked up Aashi and Arnav did the same to Ayyan. Smiling at one another, the happy family walked out of the hall- glad that they had made a difference....

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