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All men are the same. At least on paper, or when it comes to their relationship with women. They see women as sexual objects, nothing more than that. And if not sexual objects, then objects that can be bought, sold, beaten, thrown away, or killed. And no one is going to ask them anything. Because women cannot question, and men do not answer.
There is almost no relationship in a woman’s life where she is completely safe from sexual abuse. Teacher, uncle, relative, principal, father, brother, father-in-law, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, MNA, MPA, minister, landowner, even president. Remember Bill Clinton? Women in burqa, women without burqa, women in streets, women behind the boundary walls of their homes, women in universities, women in madrasahs, women in offices, women working as housekeepers, women raising children, women going through divorce, women alive, women even in graves. Remember the man who was caught raping dead women in a graveyard? All of them are in danger.
They are killed in the name of honor, beaten and abused in the name of property, raped and killed simply because a man has a dick. Women are killed by their brothers and fathers because they did not behave the way a woman was supposed to behave. They are killed because they dared to love, to speak, or to do something they wanted to do. Some are killed without any reason because they were born in Afghanistan. Some women are beaten because there was too much salt in the salan, and some are killed because their child was crying.
Ohh! Children? Not boy children, but girls. They are buried young simply because they are girls. They are raped, torn apart, and then thrown into the fields. They are sold into the sex industry or sent to madrasahs where they are expected to behave according to the rules dictated by a man.
A woman can be deprived of the most basic things without anyone thinking a crime has happened. Education is evil in Afghanistan. Her share of property is almost zero in Khyber. Food is distributed according to the importance of the man in the house Waziristan. Her choices are made by fathers and husbands in all of the Pakhutankhwa. She is expected to serve everyone, obey everyone, sacrifice everything, and still be grateful for it.
Show me a single place where women are safe. And regardless of all these things, somehow it is still the woman’s fault. Why was she going outside? Why did she sit with a stranger? Why did she go to that specific place, at that specific time, with that specific man? Why is she going to school? Why is she going to the hospital? Why is she working? Why is she speaking? Why is she wearing this? Why is she not wearing that?
All the fingers are pointing towards women.
The irony is that it is the men who are doing all these brutal, inhumane things to women. Yet somehow, every time something happens, society puts the woman on trial before it even looks for the man who committed the crime.
Any man who is found guilty of any offence against a woman should be hanged from his dick.
