Dating : (trigger warning: sensitive topic/ taboo)

(trigger warning: sensitive topic/ taboo)

« May I know why I was raped and killed so brutally? », ten-year-old Aima’s spirit asked the angel of death on the way to Burzakh.

« They blamed me. They said I was the one who caused it all…
But honestly, I can’t understand my mistake…

Was it because of my dressing?
But girls in burqa get attacked too!

Was it because I was outside my house?
But girls inside their walls met an identical fate and that too mostly because of someone they were closely related to…

Then it must be because I was not at some Holy place…
But other unfortunate girls met a similar destiny inside masjids, churches, temples, etc, and that too by flag bearers of their respective religions… »

The angel of death was still silent….they had already entered Burzakh.

« Maybe it was because of my age… I was soon to reach puberty you know … », She continued…

« But then they neither leave the girls in diapers nor the mother of kids… »
Aima’s spirit was getting more and more confused.

« Maybe I was alive. Perhaps its the only reason that’s valid now…
But again they didn’t leave the corpses in the graves alike…

oh my Allah… why I can’t understand my offense…?

Maybe I was a girl… my existence as a girl was the dilemma…???

Yes, I existed… It was my vice..!!! » Aima’s spirit finally concluded.

Standing behind her, twelve years old s**ually assaulted and murdered, Asghar’s spirit spoke  » mine too! «