When I see children, I see all good that remains in this world in their faces and actions. Doesn’t this world always christen children as; ‘the future of the world’, ‘the father of man’, ‘the epitome of innocence’ and ‘the icon of love’?
And this very same world also takes the pleasure to crush the very innocence of a child when they are used by adults to cater to their wild sexual needs.
Chubby Cheeks, dimple chin
Rosy lips, teeth within
Curly hair, very fair
Eyes are blue, lovely too
Teacher’s pet, “Is that you?”
Yes, yes, yes.
Aashu loves to recite this rhyme; she is after all her class teacher’s favorite student.
Aashu is a normal, pretty and lovable six year old child. She is the ultimate representation of joy, freedom and innocence. Aashu goes to a neighboring school and studies in 2nd grade. She loves Mummy, Papa and her doggy Bozo. Her best friend is Rashi and she shares her food and even her favorite crayons with her. Aashu loves to draw rainbows in her drawing book. Life is beautiful for Aashu and she blooms everyday basking in the love of all who know her and care for her.
But……
A month has passed since all have started noticing the changes in Aashu, she doesn’t laugh anymore, she hates going out to play and bursts into tears with no reason. She hits Rashi and doesn’t like Mummy,Papa or Bozo.
Mummy and Papa think it is just a phase, maybe it is the workload at school; after all Aashu is ‘no more a kid’.
They have no idea as to how ironical this statement is!
Yes, Aashu is no more a kid, her innocence, her modesty and her childish dreams have been destroyed and thrown away.
Nobody noticed that Aashu’s seven color rainbows had changed into red ones; she had started drawing small, childish stick figures which she would later slash them and tear the pages.
Those figures were Aashu herself!
Aashu used to bleed everyday but as the bleeding would stop in few minutes, she could never tell Mummy. Without proof, Mummy may think that she is lying and give her a good spanking. Already it pains every day and she doesn’t want more of it.
Aashu is scared!
Aashu wants Mummy to hug her tight and talk to her with love but she doesn’t want Papa to hug her, she is scared of Papa.
Papa is a ‘man’ just like the uncle who makes her bleed everyday, maybe Papa too will do the same and hurt her if he hugs her, so she remains far from Papa.
Mummy had told her on her 5th birthday( how happy we all were that day, we had many balloons, chocolates and glittering ribbons all over my room and I got so many gifts, Papa had given me the huge teddy bear) that GOD hurts only those who have sinned in this world.
So, that meant she had sinned and that’s why uncle hurt her!
She hates this world, she hates school, she hates uncle, she hates Mummy, Papa and Bozo.
She hates herself!
Aashu now wished only one thing – TO DIE!
I have never known Aashu personally, I have never met her but I know that this is the story of millions of children who are victimized by sex-fiends every second in this brutal world.
If, I could wish for something, I would wish that a story like Aashu’s never existed.
‘CHILD ABUSE’ (Yes, I have written it bold and loud so that the readers can feel at least an iota of this harsh reality), this is a phrase I have detested since the day I came to know what it actually means.
Before 19th century, child was considered a property and when I think of it now, aren’t they treated the same way even today when their childhood is scarred by actions of abuse?
“Universal Declaration of Human Right’s recognized ‘child rights’ in 1948.
The UN Convention on the Rights of Child came into force in 1990(this shows that it took almost half a century for adults to declare that children have rights too).
“The world would be a better place if we would bend down to try and protect these saplings from being trampled upon.”
This space and word limit is too short to describe this horrendous crime but I wish from the bottom of my heart that this piece would have scarred the heart and burnt the soul with rage of every reader. Because it is said;
“When the heart and soul rebel; a change is achieved”
We all should act or we may have to change the nursery rhyme to-
Wounded cheeks, broken chin,
Torn lips, no teeth within,
Ragged hair, dirty not fair
Eyes full of tears, full of pain
Teacher’s pet, “Is that you?”
No, No, No. I don’t want to be the pet.
Just save me from this big bad world!
Authored By Lekshmi. G.Nair, India