Saturday 20 May 2017

WHEN IN BUD THEY DIE, THE HOPE OF HUMANITY, THE HEART OF A HEARTLESS WORLD

Oh, what a pain, what a loss! Divinity writ large on her face, pure and innocent a visage as can be. How in the bud everything is lost, great God!

You point at our supposed unconcern at this tragic loss, madam, and, yet, may I pose a counter-question to you : ''Are you concerned as well by such terrible happenings and may you then set about doing something about it by way of redress, if you can, that is? It is young people like you who can bring about significant changes eventually in society through the implementation of your well-thought-out programmes, your well-charted policies. And this indeed is self-governance."

The girl was a rare element of the student community and, yet, what a calamity befell her, heaven knows how! We have to raise other bright children in her memory and I will spare no means to awaken mass consciousness in memory of Rafseena. Perhaps, negative peer pressure and the concomitant shame of exposure of a well-guarded fact, poverty, intensely personal, took its toll on a hyper-sensitive soul and doused the flame of life even in bud.

Our tears will be well shed but will not suffice to end these incidents born out of terrible inequities that plague our society. Our children must be protected and may the resplendent Rafseena in life and in death serve to be the beacon for a society deeply divided and struggling to get past these perfidies of poverty, these calamitous consequences of corrosive capitalism that ensures the perpetuation of economic slavery of the masses to a handful of mercenaries masquerading as men!

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