MY RELIGION

MY RELIGION

By- Fatemolla

Salam Walekum. Thanks a lot visit our village, to respond to our invitation. This is Oikhola, a village in the Chandaikona Union. Here we are going to see and experience something, which might change our way of thinking and action. Come with me, this way.

This is a narrow walking path through bamboo-bushes with leaves covering the ground, through humble huts, the village market, some small ponds and by the mosque. This is the place of our ancestors, our forefathers, a place, which witnessed history. This place saw the attack of military Aryans on Bengal before 3500 years and their humiliating defeat to the resistant heroes of Bengal from Mohasthangarh. This place witnessed the rule from Arakan to Jolondhar, from Assam to south India by Bengali kings Dhormopaal, Debpaal. This place witnessed the return of Alexander, repulsed by the huge army of the Bengali king Dhonononda. This land saw the financial assistance of the King Giasuddin to the then poor Middle East. This is the land of Hajji Muhammad Mohsin, Begum Rokeya, Hazrat Shah Jalal (RA). Thousands of incidences including Palassey/Mirzaffor, the torturous British rule, birth and death of Pakistan, an ocean of blood and tears in 1971. Here in villages of Bengal life flows on gracefully like a river thorough sun and shower, through turmoil and tranquility.

There you see a small hut. Believe me, I have no guts, no nerves to go there. There live 2 little sisters, 10 and 12 years olds. They are not fictitious persons. They are real with all the dreams and aspirations of life, just like you and me. But I cannot stand in front of them. Because they have no life now. Two little flowers are living dead, at the very start of their lives. Why?

They are the loving daughters of a poor day-labourer. Last year their poor parents had sent them to work to a spinning factory (Tnaat) in Khukli, a village in Belkuchi Upojila. They were 9 and 11 year olds then. One night they were brutally molested, of course by some men. They were raped before
the age of knowing what sex is, rape is. Their mental world got shattered. Their minds got full with a hundred questions. They came back to the eternal shelter of poor loving parents. A year passed, and then “Islam” arrived. “Islami Court” was in effect by the village –matobbar Abdur Rahman Khan and Asab Ali. Maolana Abubakar Sidique, the Principal of Tumrai Dakhil Madrasa was called for the “Islami” judgement. That was at 8 PM of 6th March 2001. The darkness of night fell on the lives of two little dolls and there never a dawn. Never there will be one.

“Justice” was done. A blank stamped paper of 150 Taka ( BD money) was signed by the helpless father so that he cannot knock on the door of law. A fine of one thousand Taka was collected from the poor day-labourer and was
used for a grand food-festival of all who were present. And (quote) “THE MAOLANA HEARD THE INCIDENCE FROM THE ELDER ONE AND BECAME FURIOUS. HE INSTANTANEOUSLY ISSUED A JUDGMENT OF FLOGGING 101 TIMES. A FATWABAAJ BY THE NAME JEL HOSSAIN STARTED FLOGGING. THE GIRL BECAME UNCONSCIOUS AFTER 50 FLOGS. AFTER SHE REGAINED LITTLE BIT, THE REST 51 WERE COMPLETED BY NOOR ISLAM, ANOTHER CRUEL MAN ( pashonodo). THE GIRL WAS ON THE GROUND UNCONCIOUS. THEN THERE WAS ANOTHER SITTING FOR THE YOUNGER SISTER”. You want to see the newspaper? Send me your postal address, I will send you a photocopy. (I mean it-fatemolla).

There are tears in your eyes. . We wept a lot too. We poor uneducated villagers, we depend on you for direction. This inhumanity could happen only because yesterday and yesteryears you only talked and wrote a lot on it, and
never did anything. It will happen again if you did not do anything today. Countless more flowers will be crushed under the boot of this “Islam”. This is the poisonous part of my Islam. I am ashamed of it. This is the moment where my Allah, my Qura’an and my Prophet (SA) stand guilty in a row to two
tiny little village-girls, (and hundreds of other Muslim-women) devastated and destroyed for no fault of their own. And the whole world do see that, condemn that. Now our tears are over. Now it is the time to act. Now we are out to kill this black spot on my Islam, which saves words of books at
the cost of human beings. But we cannot do it without you. It is teamwork of you and us. I heard you have a graceful peaceful Islam, which always stands against torture on innocents. Prove it, be a leader, give us a call. LET
US WORK UNDER YOUR LEADERSHIP FIRST TO KILL THE SNAKE WHICH DOES NOT LISTEN TO HUMANITY. ESTABLISH A VOICE OF OPPRESSED MILLIONS. And then we will work together to establish your peaceful Islam. Action will complement tons of articles in WebPages/books, otherwise useless.

Fair?

Khuda Hafez.

fatemolla.

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