I stumbled upon the dormant blogsite after about one and a half year & found this draft saved for a year now, back from the time when Mashal Khan was brutally lynched by the varsity staff and his fellow students after being falsely accused of & framed into blasphemy. Though this blogpost would not resonate with my current feelings, thoughts & opinions on this issue now, for the simple fact that the anger & torment have worn off with the passage of time, as it always does; still holds a lot true. Only felt like publishing & sharing it.
Mashal Khan was a brilliant student of Journalism & Mass-communication at AWKU, who was falsely accused of & framed into blasphemy with two other students then dragged out of the hostel room, shot, brutally tortured & killed at campus (mob-lynched) by a mob of hundreds comprising his fellow students whose rights he was fighting for, while this savagery was recorded on phones & live-streamed.
He had been spearheading protest campaigns and strikes against corruption of the University administration and unjust fee structure at campus, also gave an interview to a local channel, in the same vein, two days before his murder. It later came out that the University administration was involved in fuming the vigilante, to caste-away the troublemaker exposing their corruption and mobilizing students at campus.
Too good we have got our hands
on a dead body
to be appropriated and assimilated
for furthering our political agendas
for our feel-good slacktivism
Too good he was shot for blasphemy
The poor lad who thought he was entitled
for the right to think outside the box
To the freedom to defy and decry the devout’s bigotry,
to reject hate, dogma and collective insanity
Too good he turned out to be your comrade, loved wearing the budenovka
For it makes you feel so good, convinced he shared your worldview: equity & rationality
But too bad the one who confessed to have killed him with impunity
on the pretext of blasphemy
also loved to wear the same
of the red, radicalized left that’s not “left” with nothing
A believer in your political ideals, bedecked with religious fanaticism and bigotry
No word for the khudai khidmatgar falsely accusing, framing and killing your “political tool” for blasphemy, being vigilante
But that’s alright, for after all the nationalist counter-narratives are key to oppose orthodoxy?
And that’s irrelevant, for it is the time to “talk” and “talk”, to “organize” over a brutalized lifeless body
For after all, too wise, too clairvoyant it’s to never let go of “the opportunity”
“But hey, was he not “accused” of blasphemy, of hurting our flimsy
“religious sentiments”, our tenuous faith harmed by words?
Don’t you know how conviction of blasphemy is punishable under our constitution: exemplary death penalty!
Don’t you see my faith is so fragile it is devoured, in a moment, by words, art and poetry
Don’t you see I am the self-proclaimed, self-appointed savior of god & His messenger
A follower of “the religion of peace” only trying to defend my faith
By chopping heads off, hitting corpses of the vile blasphemers with planks, mob-lynching
Won’t you give me the right to defend, digest the nonsense
That words hurt more than violence, brutality?
Too good the angry mob chanted Shahada as they walked around
Thumping their chests, as they carved ballads of horror and cruelty on the mural of hatred and apathy
Too good they shouted “Allah-o-Akbar” as they slithered to set him ablaze
Celebrating their unmitigated ignorance and madness
Too good they helped you prove your point, making a case for Anti-Islam rhetoric
To evince how it all exists in black and white
That it’s is always “too good to be a believer”
That there are no grays in your delusions, that you are getting the “taste of your own medicine”
But I am in pain, distraught. There are no sides to take
No ideologies to celebrate, no principles to awake
Nothing left to be agitated about, nothing to be motivated for
In a disgust with your creeds and tenets
An iconoclast to your crass holy political jests
An angry spectator of your theatrical activism and discourse
That makes you raise hell for friends, acquaintances
while choosing to scapegoat the irrelevant, unworthy
For you are the ones who say: try them in the court of law, punish them under rule of law
Normalizing the blasphemy narrative concocted & constitutionalized by the State
Abused to quell political dissent by the deep state
For as long as we shrug off and scapegoat Ayaz Nizamis of this country
We would never be able to save Aasias, Mashals or Junaids, in entirety.
Source: Public domain, artist unknown.