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Little girl's prayer.



I was just a kid
With dreams in the eyes
Until the wild animal
Made them see the nightmare

I was just a kid
With play in the mind
Until the wild animal
Played with my life.

I was just a kid
With innocence in the eyes
I though men were there
To protect the little girls
Until the wild animal
Pierced my body alive.

I was just a kid
With smile on the lips
Until the wild animal
Forced his on mine.

I was just kid.
One of the two girls ganged raped in Badaun last month, reached the heaven and made prayer to the god. She was busy scribbling her pain on the heaven’s gate to show her agony, her anger. How she lost her childhood innocence when her cousin and she were brutally gang raped, murdered and later strangulated to the tree.
Though heaven gates were wide open for the dead soul, she refused to go in. she wanted answers to her questions. She wanted to take revenge from masculinity and their boastful organ.
When god arrived, to take her in she was bleeding with her eyes, her hair roughly spread over her face.
God asked: “why don’t you come in?”
“I want my answers” little girl asserts in fierce voice.
God further inquires “what are your questions”?
Girl speaks in the outrageous tone never to pause for a second and vomits her rage out
“God, why? Why you made men so sex hungry?
Why did you give men penis?
The organ you gave them to pee and give progeny to the world, today it has become WMD weapon of mass destruction .it has destroyed the peace on the earth.
In our village, most of us are poor thus we couldn’t afford toilets. More than money people have mindset problem, they think (men of the house) building toilets is useless, because they relieve themselves shamelessly wherever they want. On road, on street, by the riverbanks, anywhere they want and urge.
I remember when my one of the relatives went to relieve herself in the fields in the night,she came back crying terribly to her hut. In the night she did not tell anyone what happened but the next day she told us that some mischievous men threw torch light at her from behind the bush, to watch her bare buttocks wide exposed while she was relieving herself in the field. Her embarrassment was visible from her eyes and tears.
In these case men should have been embarrassed for what they did. But no, why? Because they are men.
A night back I was raped physically by those men, along with my little cousin. But in our village everyday men rape women by their gaze. They rape us with their eyes, heart, mind and their shameless laughter.
In our village, we don’t have sanitation sense; we cannot afford branded sanitary pads. We are often moved to see how city girls move out confidently even in their periods. They discuss it openly but in our village it’s still a taboo.
We don’t have toilets, some of the girls who go to school change clothes in school toilets .but those who stay in home have terrible time managing stained clothes and mess with their disposal.
When on our way we are caught by the masculine gaze, followed by shameless laughter, we are caught in the shame. We hate menstruation, some envy men why don’t they menstruate? Why don’t they get severe stomach aches and cramps? Why god? Why did you give women so terrible life?
They say in cities women get raped because they wear provocative clothes. If clothes matter then why we were raped? We wore modest salwaar kameez. Nothing was exposed. As per the diet we get we did not have beautiful bosoms or hips that could invite wild vultures to feed on us.
Earlier as a teenager while I was exploring my sexuality like any other person of this age, sex fascinated me, it seemed so beautiful. That fantasy of infusing and uniting with the male body crept in my mind.
But what happened to me last night, I have insane hatred for men and their masculine organ of power and pee.”
God was in shock and said “what do you want me to do?”
Girl said “Please in next birth send those men penis-less on the planet. Take away their urge to have sex .Make them sex less.”
Hearing her words
God was quite
Nature went quite
Will god and nature ever listen to the little girl’s prayer?

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