The last months of my live I’ve been incredibly busy. Mostly, preparing for my upcoming exams which have been making me nervous since September, I guess. But right now I found a spare time, a free minute to stop and enjoy life as it is. At the moment I’m sitting and writing this and I am also enjoying probably the most delicious thing ever invented- ‘Bounty’. As I’m sitting on my comfortable sofa I am thinking about our world. It’s a good place to live, no doubt, but a few things make it hard to live here. Bullying, money-making minds, crimes, poverty and many more things do exist in our society. But today, I’d like to introduce you to a phenomenom which is not widely known or understood in West but it is done and justified in the East. 2 words. Honour killing.
As you google ‘honour killing’ you can find a lot of stories and they will definitely break your heart. I first heard about these crimes when I was 13 and I was disgusted that it happens in twenty first century. Ever since I was interested in honour killing.
Honour killing is a relative homicide(pervaded mostly in Muslim community) due to belief that a person has brought shame and dishonour to a family or community. I’ve read many stories in which I was trying to find the reasons why the victim was killed. The most common reason is falling in love or wearing clothes which are ‘not right’.
I have been searching an answer to a question ‘What do Muslims think about that?’. As I expected, I have found many posts saying that it is brutal and it is a crime. I haven’t found anything bad, I mean I haven’t found a single post claiming that honour crimes should be justified. And yet, it happens. Here are examples of women who have been tortured or/and killed.
Firstly, I would like to begin with Souad from Palestine. Now she is an adult woman who may not be anyhow different from any other woman in this world. However, she is. She was 17 when she fell in love with her neighbour who was a bit older than her. Unfortunately, their love couldn’t be legal and seen because in most Muslim countries, including Palestine two people can show their love only if they are married. Souad had an older sister and it meant she had to wait until her marriage to marry her beloved good-looking neighbour. To make a story shorter I can say that Souad’s lover used her and later she got pregnant. Sadly, her family noticed that and they decided to kill her. Yes, she was not married, yes, she got pregnant, but is it enough to kill? Your own daughter? Of course, NO. So, as I stated earlier, they decided to kill her in order to bring back their ‘honour’. She was fired alive. Luckily, she survived! And she wrote a book about her experience(‘Burned alive’, search it up on the Internet and please, read it. So that you would understand what happens in our world). I admire Souad so much, she’s a strong woman who gave a birth to 3 amazing children but unfortunately, her death was craved even by her own true-blood mother. She gives me hope that someday it all can be changed.
Another woman who has affected me is Mukhtar Mai. She was born in a small village of Pakistan which was far from civilization. She was loved by her parents and fortunately, they never wanted to kill her. But in the village where she lived she was seen as the woman who can take responsibility for her brother crime which he didn’t even commit. She was raped by 3 or 4 men. Mukhtar wanted to commit suicide and I completely understand her but I’m glad she didn’t do that. Instead, she raised her voice about the crimes which are being done in Muslim countries and stood up for Pakistani women. As well as Souad, she put her experience in a book named ‘In the name of honour’. She’s my hero.
As you may predict, not every woman survives. For instance, Shafilea Ahmed. She was a Pakistani girl who lived in England. I don’t really know why she was killed but some sources claim that she was killed because of her disobedience. Well, you know, she was aged 17 and she lived in England, she wanted to enjoy her life. Is that a reason for killing? Hell NO.
I am trying not to cry but eventually I fall apart. My European mind can’t seem to understand why. Why does it happen in twenty first century? Why did it have to happen at any century?
Sounds strange, but I want to meet those killers. I crave for a glance; I want to look them in the eyes and tell them how much I hate them. I want to know if they’re proud of that they have done. I wanna know if they can still sleep at night. Or does both the crime and a victim haunt them? But most of all, I want them to understand that they have done is brutal, unacceptable; I want them to understand and feel guilty. More. I want them to feel what those poor girls did feel. I know it’s nit right,but I can’t help it.
I admire those girls and women who were killed or survived. I know it’s strange-sounding but that is exactly how I feel.
THIS HAS TO STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. The killers should keep in mind: what goes around, comes back around.
In conclusion I would like to share some pictures of our cruel world.