God and His Angels
On the night before my Literature in English exam, I was
studying Mansfield Park and the role of women in the Victorian Age. Mainly
discussing their position in the social ladder, that’s when the 0900 pm
headlines blared on the TV screen announcing over 300 babies being left to die
alone in rubbish dumps, streets, or in crops. 99% of them being female. All of a sudden, the women of Victorian age
that could be termed as “ruled class” of the society seemed mysteriously insignificant
in comparison to the state of severe misogyny in every street and house of my
home country.
Pakistan is facing a wide spread infanticide of girls and
sex-selective abortions all over. For me, the notion of a father or the males
depriving her( a newborn baby girl) of a life, is too used to a thought which
no longer demands an explanation. However, the thought of a mother, throwing
away her daughter, previously a part of her body, into garbage cans where if
were denied to face the beasts of the world, then mice bites, silenced her…. For
good, seems a rather indigestible. I thought
about this for days, after swimming through dark thoughts and reasons with vile imagery, I analyzed the position of a mother. A mother in a patriarchal
society, what “good” reason could there be to kill her child?
My poem, with the same name as this piece of writing is
inspired by these events. I imagined a mother in Pakistan, preferably in semi-rural
areas of Punjab. She soon learns that her child is a girl. She, the poems
protagonist, does not hate the ones of her gender but fears for her daughter’s
life; an oppressed life. A life where at every stage she is reminded of being
the weaker, the less important and in some placed if “ruled” then in others as:
“owned.” She is standing at the edge of her life, a roof’s edge or a cliff
possibly an unsafe shore of a river. This poem is a fight within her, where she
struggles to let herself die with her child before she gives birth to her, to
save her from the exact life that she has lived.
She then imagines herself nailed to a cross in Hell as a
punishment of murder and suicide, but she finds satisfaction in the sight of
all the girls killed or tortured before or after birth, dressed as angels. receiving the love and care they had every right to in this world. God takes care of His most beloved creatures, the ones that have been tortured by devils and fallen angels upon earth. These are God’s “Angles.”
Now you may read the poem. And do not forget to leave your comments, as they are much needed and valued :)
Your insight regarding such sensitive yet important topics of of country inspires me, and perhaps this will inspire a generation, which you will help shape for the better.
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