September 3, 2005 at 5:05 am
· Filed under Old Blogger Life
“To me, my husband was my son’s muderer. He was my daughter’s molester. A parasite nibbling on the Holy Book, he was Lucifer, holding me by the throat and driving me to the sin. He was Bhai’s destroyer. Amma Sain’s tormentor, Ma’s humbler and the people’s exploiter. He was the rapist of orphans and fiend that fed on the weak, But over and above all this, he was known to be the man closest to Allah, the one who could reach Him and save us.”
Blasphemy is a serious comment on that current segment of society, whose faith has been sold by themselves to those hands who are on the foremost level in Allah’s list to get the hellfire. They are debauch and so much seduced that their own blood is even not secure from them. They run business of priesthood to earn money to suppress those who don’t believe upon their fake supremacy. They have been built large shrines to possess with this falsehood under it, which keeps them until the pile of bucks over their laps been clasp with their chins, rich flush their money with great ignorance and poor come with what all they have. If their made prayers get answered, people come over them and erased all differences between God and human and if not then no one can step forward in front of his/her god because they have gathered enough posture to show God’s anger over them. These animal hasted people never hesitate to practice heart wrenching butchery on many merciless ways on their wives and daughters who are not even secure in their own homes.
Blasphemy has basically shared the sufferings of a town girl Heer who got married with an other village’s 39 year old peer in the age of 15 to whom her mother was mureed of. That fake god of innocents and illiterates has been characterized by an animal spirit which lay him on the verge of bloodshed, violence, corruption, that he has prevailed all over in his own haveli. Whenever, the evil inside him started to awake he used to loose all hope of compassion and pity towards his blameless wife which sometimes lay her both legs and palms under the four feets of charpai on which he never hesitated to place his beast like body with a warning of no shrieks, he didn’t even feel shame to shave her head when once he saw her absence from 2o hrz job in a kitchen like hot bunker, he even pierced her hands from her glass bangles when she first time wore in his slaughter. How she scarcely end up making her own daughters save from this torment that even later became costly for her.
I wish the end of this fact based novel should lay Heer to that solace which she deserves after such bear less confrontation. I’m now on its end and the entire novel made me teary and sooo much sympathetic to all those people who cant raise their voice against their own.
Author’s Note: This novel is inspired by a true story. Names and certain events have been altered to protect the identity of the woman whose story is this.
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