To the monsters that broke her body:
what twisted state of mind begets
belief of your claim to innocent flesh
in the house of your God, no less?
Was there an ounce of shame lingering
somewhere within your thirst for blood?
Or did you feel powerful when
you shredded her dignity and
squashed the life of a little girl
perhaps too innocent to
believe in an evil and
cowardice such as yours?
Did you feel proud that it took six
of you to tear her apart,
spirit and soul, bones and skin?
What is this darkness without
remorse where human life is cheaper
than a depraved gluttonous hunger
for power over an 8 year-old?
There are no words to articulate,
no torture or torment great enough
to make you feel what she felt
There is only our own self-disgust
and a growing number of
involuntary martyrs,
that bleed pain, despair and hopelessness.
Vengeance will never be painful
enough, to crush this disease that
breeds within our minds.
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This does not seem like nearly enough to address the horror of what happened to Asifa, but it is all I have. I don’t know whether to be angry or heartbroken – both seem equally useless against this sickness that plagues our society. How many brutalized bodies will it take us to change? It doesn’t look like that’s anywhere close to happening unfortunately. They gangraped her in a temple and then murdered her, because that’s how cheap human life has become. And there are people who defend the rapists like there is any justification for doing this to anyone, let alone an 8 year old girl. Whatever we are doing it is not enough. I am still reeling from this and I don’t know what else to say except we need to fix this, break off the root of it and crush it forever.