I was leaving the office quite late 2 days ago, and naturally, I would take the paper from the reception area so that I could read it on the way back home while riding the LRT. The front cover of the Utusan shocked me. At the left top corner of the paper was a picture of a young child who seemed to be sleeping but was bundled in white cloth. Then I saw the word ‘dera’ i.e. abuse. I turned to the appropriate page and was shocked to learn that the child, apparently a young girl aged three had died and what a beautiful name as well, Nur Dania Qistina, suspected to have been abused by the stepmother. She had about 73 injuries, and died due to internal bleeding as a result of being hit by a blunt object repetitively. I couldn’t finish reading the story. I broke down and cried. Who in the right frame of mind would abuse a young child of three years old? Hitting the child repetitively like as if she was an animal or some sort of doll or toy. A person with a right frame of mind wouldn’t even hit an animal like that. A person with good conscience and faith wouldn’t do that.
I curse upon the elders who took care of her. The father especially whom I feel wasn’t doing a good enough job as a father. He could have at least noticed that there was something odd about his daughter. But then again, he was probably an abuser himself. The soon-to-be-ex-wife did mention that he had hit his children in the past before. I mean, children are naughty and are always up to something. When we are tired and needed rest, children will always get on our nerves... trust me; I have two young children who are constantly getting on my nerves, especially when I’m tired. I hit them. Yes, I do because I believe that hitting your children allows them to understand and differentiate the right and wrong. If you hit them because you want them to learn. But if you hit them because you just want them to be your punching bag to let off steam and anger, then forget it. You do not deserve to be a parent. You do not deserve to have children. I hit my children on the hands, or pinch their legs (ever so softly, trust me.. but my daughter cries a bucket of tears, like I have hit her with a dagger or something) but never excessively. Trust me, my children are luckier than me. I grew up being pinched, slapped and hit, but thank goodness, I grew up to be ok. But that’s beside the point. This is hitting aggressively, repetitively, until the child dies. How could someone do that?
What made me mad was that the new wife told the husband that the child drowned in a pail of water. I don’t know whether the husband believed her, but the wife is obviously stupid. What with today’s modern state-of-the-art technology, it is easy to see what went wrong, or the cause of certain problems, or in this case, the cause of death, just by doing tests and post-mortems.
Gone are the days where children can rely on their parents for their own safety. If they’re not abused, they’ll be raped. I don’t know what’s going on with the world today. People are just so sick. And the fact that they are Moslems, revolt me.
What’s terrible about it is this is not the first case. Sometime last year, Malaysia was shocked with the news of the death of three year-old Syafiah Humaira who was also a victim of abuse (serious wounds in the abdomen), but this time by her mother’s boyfriend. Mind you, we’re talking about Moslems here. I don’t like being judgmental towards other people because upbringing and surrounding circumstances can affect a person’s life, and who am I to judge people and say that I’m better than them. These are all means done by Allah to see whether we can endure His tests or not. But this is one case which I just cannot tolerate. The mother lives with her boyfriend. She in fact has a husband, whom she has not divorced yet, but was serving sentence over a murder case, I think, at a local prison here. How could she not be aware that her boyfriend had been abusing her daughter? Was she so much in love with him that she refused to see any wrong-doings of the boyfriend, that she puts her boyfriend above her daughter? Her own flesh and blood? She even claimed that her boyfriend had never hit her daughter. The fact that Syafiah’s younger brother is the biological son of the mother’s boyfriend speaks for itself. It’s just something that I cannot tolerate. It’s just awful. When the news came out about Syafiah, I never wanted to read it. I prefer to not take note of what had happened. It was just wrong. I felt that there was just something very wrong with the picture. I’m glad that the boyfriend was sentenced to death. It was a good verdict. Only Allah can help him now, and his fate lies in His hands.
There was also another case, a toddler by the name of K. Haresvarran, 18 months, was believed to have died following abuse which left him with broken ribs, a ruptured liver and bruises all over the body at a children's playground at the Vista Damansara Apartments, Jalan Kenanga, Kampung Sungai Ara, Petaling Jaya. Who could do that to a barely walking 1 year and a half child? Don’t they have compassion? It’s just awful…
I really do worry about the condition of the world that we’re living in. It is getting worse by the day. All I can do is pray to Allah that my children and family are safe from it all.
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