Being In An Underwater Coma.

By Fanan Rasheed

In her sleep

The very meagre hours at breaking dawn 

When she closes her eyes in vain

She dreams or perhaps recollects

The faint details of good old days

Which seem so unreachable and

Too beautiful to be true.

When there existed hope,

Positive rays penetrating into her life,

Achievements that she brought home

Happily singing around the street.

Friends and folks to cheer her every day

A dad and mom with a reassuring wide grin

A little puppy to wave goodbye and greetings at.

A school wall with so many fond memories.

Yearly tours to breathtaking destinations

For a rejuvenation from the everyday hustle of life.

Now there's no chaos,

No loud noises to be heard

for about a mile or so,

No soul to embrace her state of mind.

She suddenly woke up screaming but 

realizing that this has been her recurring schedule since the past three years.

Waking up horrified from a dream

Which slowly slipped into a nightmare.

She loathed reality

Hated the very reason that she was alive

For there was a tiny being developing

Within her belly

Without an identity

Without a family to name after

Without any guarantee whether it'll ever

See the outer world,

With a dark past.

Every breath she took was 

Followed by a ruthless flashback

Throwing her to the dungeon of void.

She frowned looking at her body

Covered every inch of her skin

As though she was a living

Yet petrified mummy

So no one could pierce through it.

For she felt that every man who stared

At her could see right through the clothing,

Her body- torn and pinched 

With several evident marks still persisting,

As if an animal had bitten & scratched her beautiful physique.

Now she lay as a lifeless heap of scrap

That anyone wouldn't dare to possess.

None would want her home,

To accept her as their better half,

To embrace her past &

Promise a better safe future

Away from the clutches of evil.

No painting could ever describe the 

Depth of her pain that she experienced

Crying boundlessly so loud into the emptiness

For someone to come running to rescue

But not a soul turned back to have a glance

To see predators consuming every bit of her human flesh rejoicing, that too as a gang.

Blood poured out in umpteen millilitres.

Intolerable pain almost making her feel numb to the extent she couldn't feel herself.

Succumbing to harsh ferocity,

She fainted into circles of unconsciousness.

That rainy night when she stayed

Home alone for the very first time

She would never forget in her life,

How much ever she tried

It kept haunting her tranquility.

No human nor an animal

Should be put to such a rigorous torture

Beyond the capability of endurance

Not even wanted criminals who have to be put to death sentence.

She felt that being killed by a single gunshot would have been much easier and painless

Than having to die a thousand 

deaths every single day.

Living day & night with the guilt,

the regret,the sorrow,

The unbearable grief & 

burden of her past.

No Paranormal being would ever haunt 

You as mercilessly as the unforgettable

Experience of being a rape victim does.

No capital punishment,

Death sentence,

Lifetime imprisonment,

Rallies,strikes and campaigns nationwide

Would ever bring back that old life,

To live without fear

That rape may never come to her or

Her girl child growing in her ever again.

For people of the world,

Rape cases are just mere insignificant columns in the smallest of corners in newspapers, 

but to people who have experienced it,

death isn't scary enough as being alive!

Teach your sons,your daughters to respect himself,herself,their friends,their siblings,their parents and every stranger's body.

To not take 'any' '*body*' for granted

To satisfy their lusty needs or

To fulfill their psychotic intentions.

Schools and colleges

Do remember to teach

Every student you are preparing for the future beginning with not 26 alphabets but

As humans with humane feelings & sentiments.

Provide them with proper sex education & normalize the teaching of this subject

So that boys would never have to look at their opposite gender with curious eyes & deadly desire to quench their thirst 

Or perceive them as articles of contentment.

To not find pleasure in the scream of cries of the other or own gender.

To consider a girl not as an object

Or toy to discard after use,

But as an angel sent from above

To maintain natural balance.

God created men first

Followed by women

To show that no man can ever thrive

Without a woman by his side.

To show that man and woman should go hand in hand,

co-existing side by side in harmony.

'Every Indian is my brother and sister'

Isn't just weightless words from our country's pledge but something

To be preached & put into practice in reality.

To be able to feel someone in their shoes

& not just judge fellow beings.

To not just show sympathy but to feel empathy to the ones in need.

To accept rape victims as 

people of our own society & 

To not push them into deeper wells of never ending torment.

To hold their hand and walk them through

This agony rather than abandoning them.

To not see them through another eyes

In a different angle

But to view them as humans first.

She repeated,no girl should ever

Have to go through her uterine wall and vaginal hole breaking

Into a tap of blood.

It hurts more than menstruation,

N-times more pain than at the time of delivery a baby.

Feed these scavengers with penalty 

Such that they turn blind & 

would never see a female body ever again

Cut off their reproductive organ

With a sickle or an axe or a saw &

Stick a drilling machine inside it from above

So that they would never be able

To feel at ease by snatching away

Another person's sanity & well-being.

Let them be thrown to oubliette

From where they can't crawl out

For a lifetime or more.

Cut them off from their family ties

And all worldy relations.

Never let them experience life or

Catch a glimpse of daylight 

For the rest of their cursed lives.

This is her curse to all the men & 

women who support men 

In this obnoxious sin.

This is her final death wish

So lawmakers, prosecutors and justice providers make sure to fulfill it.

Ask them why they indulged themselves in such a dreadful crime.

To give her one good genuine justification so that

She could sleep peacefully at least 

When she's gone and resting in her tomb

6 feet down the soil away from the grip of this cruel world.

They shall be doomed till posterity

They shall be burnt in hellfire 

Till their skeletal ashes are reduced to become invisible to the naked eye.

Fed up of asking but still gonna repeat, 

'Don't you guys have mothers & sisters at home?!..' Would you embrace &

 let go of a person who did this to ur own people? 

Or would you do the same as a practise to them at home?

By Fanan Rasheed