They call them honour killings. Selfish unreasonable murder done in the name of honour…………………………………………………………
In the name of honour, thousands of women have been maimed, butchered, torched and murdered because some self effacing man who calls himself husband, brother, father , cousin felt it their duty…………..felt it as their DUTY to inflict terrorism upon the women who have been in their care, who have done no wrong besides refusing to be pushed into an arranged marriage, or have been raped, or have fallen in love……………………………………………….
Honour killings…………
There is nothing more dishonourable, nothing more selfish, nothing more pathetic than committing harm and murder and then labelling it honour on the basis that it was a protection of their culture.
How many women do we let be tortured like this, to live their lives in such fear? Would we let our sister walk out and get acid thrown in her face? Would we let our mother be burned alive? These are ordinary cases now, no longer something we hear about from some far off country. In fact we don’t even hear of them. Honour killings have become so common, it has become accepted as nothing we can do. And we do nothing, the numbers rise as more women live out agonizing days, as more women die for the sake of honour of some man.
There is no more honour left. Not as long as we let this continue unabated, unheard, accepted……….. How hypocritical can one get by labelling murder as honourable? They can’t even get their own lives straight, now they are ruining, they are taking away the lives of others. Is it no longer important? Have our society became so desecrated that we do not see this as wrong? That while voices clamour to put a halt to these massacres, the violence continues. Now the voices have stopped………….and the violence continues…………….
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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