He Raped Her

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Dearest to the family

Little angel of the house

While cutting cake on her birthday

There came a mickey mouse

Jumping in joy, she followed him

Without even realizing who was under the mask

She sat on his lap and got a candy

The man touched her skin

One moment she was eating the candy

And the other, she saw

The blood washing off her vagina

She was scared and crying

The man ran off

Leaving her in pain

The girl could not understand that

'He raped her'

In her own house.

~Aniba Hassnain

FIRST TOUCH

 

I Remember, when the first time I touched you

We were supposed to say goodbye

And I wanted you to stay a little longer

So, I moved my hand towards you

You gave a perplexed smile

Still having the eye contact with you

I held your hand tightly in mine

My legs started shivering, I was leaning against wall

My heart almost burst out and I was rolling my eyes down

My voice was trembling,

But I manage to say you good bye with a heavy heart

Limitations

 

The evening was dark and cold enough,

Both were sitting on a bench,

waiting for each other to make a turn

New to love, did not know how to express

He broke the ice, with his vibrating voice,

She kept her eyes on him,

To capture his every sight

To give him comfort, she touched his knees with hers

And held his hand to her chest with great tenderness

She cut the background voices to listen to his heart

His rotating eyes were misted over;  

and she wanted to be drowned in them

His broken sentences were making sense to her

Their intimacy wanted them to come closer

But following their limitations, she gave a silly smile and

wrote her name on his hand, sitting by his side

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"THE HEALERS IN THE CIRCLE OF HOPELESSNESS"

“I want to study but my Aba…. He does not allow us.” The girl said in utmost despair.

But why? I asked the girl whom I met yesterday while waiting for the university bus.

“Aba sends me along with my younger siblings to ask for money from people.

Only my younger brother has the luxury to get an education.” She said.

Her eyes were filled with fear and hopelessness. She stammered as if she was battling the “obedient daughter” who was compelling her to remain quiet.

“He…he buys drugs from that money and punishes us if we ask him to buy us food.

He even beats my mother when she “tries” to stand for us out of her maternal compassion. ” she said with her hands fisted together in anger and trepidation.

On the road, people blabbering with each other, Sun was shining on the top, but deep inside her, a storm was hidden in her fidgety appearance. She wanted to get out of that but couldn’t.

She was hopeless, living on the ground but wanted to touch the sky. She didn’t have money for food but her spirit to get an education was high. Although she was buried under cumbersome circumstances and unable to get an education but, she was helping her younger brother to study and fulfill his dreams.

Meanwhile, I saw two children coming towards me. Both of them were also hungry. I bought them some food and they ran away. And so came my bus and this en route to the world of hopelessness and the continuous struggle ended.

When I sat on the bus I thought that this is not the only case, there are a lot of children and families who are homeless, who do not have clothes to wear, food to eat, and books to read. Some children don’t want to study but their parents want them to do so. On other hand, some children want to fulfill their dreams but their parents are the greatest barrier in achieving their dreams. All these sapiens are battling their extraordinary inner traumas, outer worries, and life struggles, but they seem very ordinary and normal on the surface. We need to build compassion to see through these lives. We need more healers around as there are pretty many wounded souls to be taken care of.

-Aniba Hassnain

Save Humanity

 

“Hey, I am so tired. Let’s buy some food and go to the hostel” one of my friends told me as we were out shopping, two weeks ago. Laughing and chatting, the three of us entered the food area, placed our order, and sat on the corner table waiting for our food to get ready.

 After some time, I turned my face and what I saw next was heartbreaking and soul-stirring.

A family was sitting next to our table; a mother with her two children. They were eating food and a girl, frail and willow-wild, holding a handbag was standing behind the mother’s chair.

The girl looking tired and hungry and kept on stealing glances at the food. Her eyes were moving from the plate to the children’s faces where she saw joy and contentment. It was quite evident what she wished for in her heart.

 Everyone there was so busy eating that they did not even take notice of her. After a while, the boy said: “Mama this girl is making me uncomfortable. She is staring at my burger.” The woman lashed out at the girl. She unleashed hell: “Stop looking at my son’s food with your evil eyes. You can eat after we are done”.

The girl remained silent; her eyes cast down. There were tears in them. When the children got done with their food, the woman offered the girl the leftovers. She had merely dug into the fancy leftovers when the woman announced: “Hurry up! We do not have time for you. Let’s go!” The girl put the burger on the table and started walking behind them.

I was dumbstruck at what took place before my eyes and thought of doing something for her. But then I realized that she had to work for her livelihood and any of my impulsive actions or emotional outburst could cost her the job. So, I held myself together.

After fifteen to twenty minutes, our order got ready. We took our food and headed towards the hostel, but the image of the young girl’s helplessness kept on haunting me for a very long time. It raised many questions with obvious answers.

 Was the behavior of the woman, right?

What was the fault of that girl if she was born into a poor family? Why did she have to work at this age? Why were people so heartless and had no sensitivity for young and deprived children?

The poor need to be treated as humans and no one should treat another person as horribly as the woman treated the little girl.