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The Voice of Asifa

The Voice of Asifa

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I am eight.

I love to play.

I don't know my aims.

I don't know my future.

I just live in the present.

And make the most out of it.


But then, one day,

And five days after,

Were the days of horror.

That day I lost faith in humanity.

The day I lost faith in religion.

The day I was kidnapped.

I was locked in a temple.

The day I was raped.

Not by one, not by two,

But by a gang.

Not once, not twice,

But many times.


The day I realized,

That women are not objects.

Objects are treated better.

The day I was killed

By 'human beings'.

I have lost my voice,

Since the brutal crime.

If you still have one,

Raise it, make it audible.

Remember always,

You are lucky.

You are getting a chance

To bring back humanity.


It is very easy to say,

What's wrong with 'people'?

YOU are the 'people'.

I am the' people'.

If you have a problem,

You have to make the right 'people'.

I trust you.

And I still have hope.

I am Asifa.

I need your help.


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