Hush little baby don’t you cry..Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…

  

For someone who’s been dreadfully dormant these past few months I’m writing a frightful lot these days. Infact, I’m blasting off on all cinders available and uploading posts on all 4 blogs I maintain – even though you may well know of only this one here.

Writing comes most naturally to me when I’m caught up in the heat of the moment (puns..PUNS!!). And I really have been meaning to wrote about this for the longest time imaginable.

One of my favourite movies is a little known gem in Indian cinema. The movie depicts an awful lot of reality, in particular – the exploitation of hapless and innocent young girls at the hands of wealthy oil-rich-Arabs.

Picture this:

You’re an obscenely affluent Arab who’s also wrinkly and serious ancient. Given that you’ve exhausted vaginal opportunities in your own family, neighbourhoods, emirates – your next best option would be foreigners. And if it’s women from a certain third world country you covet, then your wish won’t just be granted – Allah will indeed bless it a million times over!

Hyderabad: The erstwhile silicon valley of the country is the seat of Biryani, the gorgeous Charminar. And a flesh trade blessed by Mohammed Himself.

For a paltry sum of $50, it is now possible (and has been for the last few decades) to marry young women from Hyderabad for as many hours as you’d like. These young women are often little girls, some as young as 12-14 years old. They’re paraded in their finest for the octogenarian Arabs who find it hard to resist the virginal charms of these nubile maidens laid fore them. Selection made, the Quazi (the Holyman/priest for all things Moslem) conducts the fly-by-night nikaah ceremony where by the ‘girl child’ is betrothed to the devout and moral Moslem. The Quazi then provides the “happy couple” with their honeymoon suite; often a seedy boarding lodge run by the holymen of Islam. And the morning after, if the girl is lucky, the devout Moslem groom will either divorce the wife or the upholders of morality will help annull the marraige.

And sometimes, these “God fearing” Arabs make away with their harems of young women – waiting to be pawned and shared, paraded and bartered with the others in the holy land of Mecca.

What has really tipped this can of worms is a documentary I saw on the telly a few months ago. Ameena was 11 years old when she was rescued by an Indian Airlines stewardess, Ahluwalia, after she heard her cry in the aircraft she was working in. Ameena was seated alongside her 60-year old Arab husband. Not only did Ahluwalia succeed in stalling take-off, she brought to fore the filthiest form of prostitution. The case was investigated by police officials but the Arab fled without too much embarassment. As did the Quazi. Ameena was returned to her family and Ahluwalia set up a trust fund for the girl. Education is quite an empowerment in this country and despite Ahluwalia’s best efforts, Ameena fiegned interest.

And now, for the piece-de-resistance..

Decades later, one of the evangelists on the telly sought her (Ameena) out. Much like her Afghani counterpart, Ameena had grown visibly older. A mother of two children and wife of a 60 year old rickshaw driver, she seem’d bitter. When asked about the incident that shook Hyderabad and most indians out of their comfort zones, Ameena was quick to hurl abuses and indeed insult Ahluwalia.

Cause had she (Ahluwalia) not intervened, today, Ameena could’ve whore’d for her clan and ensured her brothers vocations as pimps in Al Dubai or Al Riyadh.

Allah Ho Akbar!

~ by alternativefrock on June 24, 2007.