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Justice for Asifa!

I wonder if there is still anything left that can shock the world anymore, as everything that was even beyond one's imagination becomes a reality everyday. Just as we think nothing could be worse, people stoop to another low.

It has been five years since the Delhi Gangrape case shocked the country. People in hundreds and thousands came to the roads pleading for Justice for the Nirbhaya. Everyone thought that an example will be set that would send shiver down the spine of any man who would dare to force himself on any girl.

But in the last few years, things seem to have worsened even more. An eight month infant, an eight year girl, an eighteen year dreamer or an an eighty year old lady - noone seems to be safe in our country today. Rapes and sexual harassment cases from across the country are being reported every single day.

As many Indian women athletes prided the country with their outstanding performances in the Commonwealth Games, Asifa's struggle and death has brought tears to young and old alike.

When even reading the full report on the case scares you, one cannot even imagine the terror and pain the eight year old must  have felt when she was kidnapped, drugged and raped multiple times over the week.

If the incident in itself wasn't enough, policemen destroying the evidences, local politics to cover up the case, religious protests with people holding the Indian flag in support of the accused has bowed the head of every Indian with shame. I wonder if there is anything left that our politicians cannott politicize.

We as common people abstain ourselves from expecting too much from the politicians but I thought rapists were criminals (did not mattered which religion or caste they belonged to) who always invoked anger and hate in the hearts of others for themselves. But I guess many of us who believed so were wrong to assume that.

I want to ask 'which religion in the world permits a man to rape a girl ?' Religions were created to guide the lost souls not to protect criminals.

Maybe crimes and criminals will always exist but atleast we, as the citizens of the largest democracy in the world deserve, laws that can atleast rightly punish the criminals and a system that ensures Justice do prevails. But before we demand anything we need to create a society people support the right and condemn the wrong.

Every time any such incident is brought to light, many people raise their voices, many come on the roads, protest and plead for Justice. Justice prevails for a few and then everything is forgotten. We find ourselves near the same spot we started from until the time another such incident takes place and the cycle repeats itself. This needs to be stopped or we will end up going back in time where a father is more scared and concerned for the security of her daughter than he cares for her dreams to permit her to go out, fight and make her dreams come true.

I want to raise my voice for the young Asifa who lost her life and had to suffer in the hands of those demons. We as India demands Justice for her and every other girl who had to go through this pain.

Rapists should be punished such that an example is set that culprits won't ever be spared and a man thinks a hundred times before touching a girl without her consent and he fears for himself before he can even think of commiting such heinous crimes.

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