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A week ago, while we celebrated our “fake” graduation and took pictures with our friends and got nostalgic over the last couple years of high school, an 8-year old’s family was fighting for justice against a failed judiciary system that’s overrun by politics.


It’s important to put things into perspective.


While I don’t normally write such blog posts and usually tend to indulge in my domain of creative writing, I believe this was one such occasion where I felt the need to speak up and put my freedom of speech to a better use.

Sure, you can argue that this blog post is not actually going to help Asifa Bano and her family, because even though millions have signed petitions after petitions and organised protests after protests across the country, the Supreme Court of India fails to declare a verdict on this horrendous incident.

          What I find unbelievably shocking is how politics is the actual cause of this heinous crime, where the perpetrators are yet to face charges. The fundamental reason for politics to exist in a country is so that the citizens of a country can benefit from a carefully organised government who looks after the needs of their people.

For being the largest democracy in the world, I for one do not see eye to eye with that statement. Our Government fails to respect the rights of religious minorities, especially the Muslims, because after all, Asifa was a Muslim girl who was raped by Hindu men, who wanted nothing more than the entire Muslim community that Asifa was a part of to leave the area and never come back.

If you had to plot a co-variance chart for Indian politics and religion to see how dependent is one on the other, the regression value would be a strong 1.00. The words “politics” and “religion” can be used interchangeably in India, and I promise you that most people won’t even notice.

All I can pray for is that this “Religious Raajneeti” (I hope this term I coined catches on, I actually like the sound of it) reaches its extinction date as soon as possible. Until then, God bless us Indians, and God bless the Divided States of India.


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