Thousands of people are floating on the sea. Water is accepting them but not the land. In fact, there is no objection from the land but the land animals are objecting. Though, the other animals have no objection. The objection is only from the animals called human. Those who are floating towards nowhere in the sea, are also human being.
People are suffering from hunger, thirst. But no country would take them or give them shelter. Bangladesh won’t accept Bangladeshis. Myanmar won’t take back the Myanmar people. They wanted to go to Malaysia. Malaysia said that they won’t accept them. Indonesia said they would not take them, Thailand said the same. No one wants to accept them, because they are poor. In simple terms poor people are outcaste, uncalled for. They have no one, they have nothing. The only thing they have is misery. If rich people were floating instead! Would anyone have stopped them from anchoring their boats in any shore? I don’t think so. Everyone would have welcomed and accepted them in no time.
Human traffickers have illegally floated their boats on the sea. Being trafficked through the waterway, they call it ‘Columbus Visa’ and being trafficked through the woodland is ‘Tarzan Visa’. Even their worst enemies won’t say that the traffickers don’t have any sense of humor. How much do the traffickers charge per head? Ten thousand rupees! Most people sell their homestead or even the last thing to pay those traffickers. They pay not only to the traffickers, after reaching the destination they pay rupees twenty five thousand per head to the owner of the bigger trawlers. People take the decision of leaving their motherland to the other land just to change their destiny a bit. Muslims would go to the Muslim countries. Haven’t they expected a lot for this to happen! Indonesia government ordered, No fisherman should rescue those people to the shore even if they see them downing in the sea. I’ve heard a lot about the slogans of Muslim brotherhood. In Saudi Arabia, In the name of verdict poor Muslims of Bangladesh are sentenced to death by cutting off their throat in one strike. But actually Muslims are leading far better life in non-Muslim countries. In Europe, the United States, Canada. The poor can’t afford to reach that far. That’s why they tend to reach in the neighboring countries. But here again, they have to float with uncertainty. Many have gone to water grave. When the Muslim countries are shooing the Muslims in full trawlers, then a Christian country named Philippines assured them for shelter.
Aung San Suu Kyi got the great Nobel prize in peace! What is she doing in Myanmar! Why there is no message of peace from her for the Rohingya Muslims? She is silent too in the greed of power. Such activities of these great leaders make me really upset.
Bangladesh government doesn’t feel any urgency to stop human trafficking. Human trafficking is extreme through the areas of Teknaph, Ukhiya, Maheshkhali; I’ve heard the Policemen of these areas, take bribe from the traffickers. Bangladesh Government is not going for any bilateral talk with Myanmar to stop human trafficking. Bangladesh Government doesn’t have boats to patrol the sea. People are being trafficked through eighty points of Teknaph and Kocks Market. The security is not enough in these eighty points. The traffickers use small trawlers to traffic people from Bangladesh to Myanmar and then they start their journey towards Thailand or Malaysia using bigger trawlers. Those trawlers move only at night and wait during day time, covered with a blue fishing net the trawlers merge with the color of the sea. So that no one can fathom out any people carrying trawler is floating on the sea. Taking huge risk of their lives they travel on the sea just to survive on nominal food and cloth. I feel my goose bumps when I think. The traffickers say, if you go to Malaysia you might be taken in prison as illegal intruders. However, there will be plenty of good food for them in prison. Malaysian prison is better than motherland. No job, no food, no cloth in the motherland. At least they would be able to get food two times in foreign prisons. At night, with a dream of food for two times a day, enchanting ‘Bismillah’ the poor people gingerly board the unfamiliar trawlers floating in the waves of unfamiliar surging sea. There is no freedom in the prison but to most of the people there is no bigger freedom than the freedom of food for two times. Keep in the prison but they would provide food, they would provide cloths.
I shiver when I see such horrible face of the poverty.
Good minded people want Bangladesh, Myanmar, Thailand to go for an agreement to prevent human trafficking. I don’t want to call this ‘Human Trafficking’ as human trafficking. Migration from one place to another is one of the major survival strategies of the human beings, this is the strategy that our early men and women had adopted and that’s why we the Homo sapiens survived. The Neanderthal species of human race had become extinct for not adopting this strategy. Where there is good food, where the environment and living is good, the tendency of going there is in our blood. This tendency is not only in our blood but also in all other animals. Those who can go, can survive, those who do not, they die. More we can cope with different environments more our species can survive. This is how the evolution has been going on over the billions of years. We want to prevent natural inclinations of human beings by our misrule. This is our fault.
Wanting to go and stay wherever one wish to, is one of the human rights. Binding human with chain one cannot speak in favor of human rights. Let the agreement between Bangladesh and it’s neighboring countries be like any one from any country can enter and live in any country. Let the system of Passport and visa be abolished. No trace of hatred, disbelief, uncertainty, fear should remain among the mankind. Let the love, respect, sympathy, to flourish for each other.
Translated from original Bengali by Avijit Das @66OV99
Ananta Bijoy Das was a talented science writer and a blogger. He was hacked to death today by Islamic terrorists in Bangladesh.
Ananta Bijoy Das wrote a wonderful poem about me. In his poem, he saluted me for being an uncompromising feminist and humanist. Debashish Bhattacharya translated the poem into English.
A Few Lines For Taslima Nasreen
By Ananta Bijoy Das
The wolves and hyenas of the darkness are prowling over the world
Naked swords in hand, their unconcealed carnal desire dripping off from their eyes and mouths.
Intellectual conceit, under the veneer of fake social awareness, is chewing out
Every issue from big bang to human evolution, global vision .
Alexandria to Nalanda being rampaged and raped by them,
The “elders” are breathing in hatred and violence in their pens,
Blood of the innocent dripping off the shameless swords everywhere.
If you violate their fatwa, their red eyes and edicts
You get beheaded in the east west north south wherever you are.
They have bought over all – the arms, muscles, judiciary and the media.
Nevertheless someone or other is lighting the fire somewhere,
The fire of protest, the revolutionary fire which burns off the stinking, old, decomposed beliefs and rituals, “sacred” establishments.
The lighted path travels from Hypatia to Mary, Rokea –
All hail Taslima, red salute to you.
Ananta Bijoy Das was an editor of a science magazine called Jukti (logic). He used to write blogs on Mukto Mona blogging site. He wrote some books on Darwin and evolution in Bengali. He received Rationalist Mukto Mona award for his writings.
Bangladesh government is not taking any action against the Islamist-killers because of the fear of being labelled as anti-Islam. Islamists are allowed to do whatever they like in Bangladesh. It seems killing free-thinker atheists who criticize Islam is their main agenda.
A.K.M Shafiur Rahman
Washikur Rahman Babu
Ananta Bijoy Das.
Who is next?
Tomorrow maybe you. Or maybe me.
We humans have always been helpless in the face of natural calamities. When the ground begins to tremble, it engulfs thousands of people. When the ocean fumes, it turns into a deathbed for millions. We may tend to act like supreme beings, but the truth is that we are hopelessly frail and defenceless in front of nature.
We have obviously made matters worse over the years by exploiting every aspect of nature to suit our purpose. Forests have given way to highways and commercial establishments, which have slowly and efficiently encroached upon the earth’s natural resources in the name of development.
The earthquake in Nepal is a stark reminder of what nature is capable of. We are no soothsayers to predict what is yet to come, but if history is any pointer every race that has considered itself superior to others has perished over time. What guarantee is there that, in the future, the human race would not become but only a distant memory of a long gone era?
We are capable of love like all other species. What differentiates us from the other species is that we tend to pretend that we love rather than loving in right earnest. Love and compassion are traits that are essential for the evolution of any race. It is not only for the good of any particular community but for a higher harmony that fosters mutual co-existence of all species.
I sometimes wonder if our supremacy is based on the fact that we create weapons of mass destruction that we use against each other. It is a natural calamity that brings us to our senses, breaking the myths that we have constructed. It is also in crisis that we get to see that the human race is capable of compassion.
From every strata of society, help arrives to rescue those in need. It is ironical that a tragedy brings more people together than a happy occasion. If the rich and powerful came to the aid of the poor and the weak on a regular basis, we probably wouldn’t be witnessing such a big divide in the world today.
Even in this time of grave tragedy several issues have managed to evoke mixed feelings. India has played a pivotal role in helping Nepal along with several other neighbouring countries. Pakistan supposedly sent cow meat in its relief package.
Cow meat, in my personal opinion, is the tastiest of all meat. The problem that arose with it was that Nepal has a majority of Hindu inhabitants and although they are comfortable with killing hundreds of buffalos during their own rituals it offends their conscience to eat cow meat. The reason is that the cow is apparently a manifestation of God in Nepal as much as it is in India.
If there is such a hullabaloo over the entire scenario, why is there a dearth of care for the supposed gods? It doesn’t hurt to drink the urine of cows, but even in the heart of the Indian capital, the divine bovine roams around with an empty stomach. It is illogical to believe that a person should abstain from eating animal meat because he is an advocate of animal rights.
I had once cooked cow meat in my Kolkata house. One of my Hindu friends had expressed the desire to have it. Sujata, who was my household maid, was unaware that the meat was actually from a cow. She was under the impression that it was the usual affair.
I am more than certain if we were to tell her the truth, she probably would have left regardless of the fact that she would not land such a lucrative job anytime soon. May be, that is the chief reason why I chose not to divulge it to her. It doesn’t mean that I duped her into having it; the entire procedure was carried on separately. I could have done it banking on her naivety. Then again, lies and deceit have never been my strong suit.
On the same lines, if any of my Muslim relatives or friends are in the vicinity. I tend to maintain a certain distance when consuming pig meat and I do not insist that they should share my meal. I wonder what it would have been like if Bangladesh was recoiling from an earthquake and a country decided that it would send truckloads of pig meat as aid. One should understand that I do not maintain a distance because of religion but out of respect towards the personal choice of an individual.
It is not possible that the choice to send aid to Nepal was a single-handed decision. It was probably a collective dcision. Was it not known to them that Nepal had a majority of Hindu inhabitants and cow meat was probably not the best choice to send as aid? Or was it sheer apathy that resulted in such a fiasco. This leads one to question if it was an intended move rather than a simple mistake.
If one remembers the story of how the fox invited the stork for lunch but served food on a flat utensil and the stork, to settle scores, invited him back and chose a long-funnelled receptacle to serve the food. In both cases, the invited went home hungry. So what is the use of an invitation that leaves the invitee hungry and unsatisfied?
Pakistan should take back its aid and provide something that is more suitable or if that is not possible just leave it at that. It is better to provide nothing rather than something that evokes displeasure.
A movie was made on the separation of me and my cat. The Movie called Nirbashito got the Indian national award for the best Bengali film.
I am a forbidden name in the subcontinent. Many filmmakers wanted to make films about me or based on my stories. But no one could do that.
The Supreme Court delivered a verdict against Section 66 A of Information and Technology Act 2000. The Section gave the police powers to arrest those who post objectionable content online and provides for a three-year jail term.
I was one of the petitioners who challenged the law.
It was impossible to stop people from urinating in public in Bangladesh. No sign, no request in Bengali language worked so far. Finally some Arabic words are written on the walls. And it works like magic. Muslims respect Arabic language as they believe it is the language of Allah, the God. If you write I wanna fuck you, motherfucker in Arabic, Muslims as they can only recognize Arabic alphabets but do not know the language, would show respect to that slang. Allah’s language is only useful to stop peeing in public. I do not see any other uses of this language in non Arabic countries.
Many people know that Islamic extremism makes ordinary Muslims extremists. Not many people know that Islamic extremism also makes ordinary Muslims atheists.
IDENTIFYING Muslims who have renounced their faith is tricky. Few are open about doing so, even in safe and secular Britain. But among the country’s Bangladeshis and Pakistanis, who overwhelmingly describe themselves as Muslims, the numbers are growing, albeit from a tiny base. According to official statistics, between 2001 and 2011 the proportion of Bangladeshis who say they have no faith has more than tripled, from 0.4% to 1.4%. For Pakistanis it has doubled, from 0.5% to 1.1%. Some who explicitly identify as ex-Muslims are becoming more vocal. Groups such as the Council of Ex-Muslims in Britain (CEMB), set up in 2007, are helping.
Former Muslims’ reluctance to admit to their lack of faith rarely stems from a fear of violence, as in countries such as Sudan where laws make apostasy punishable by death. Rather the worry in Britain is about the social stigma, moral condemnation and ostracism that follows, says Simon Cottee of the University of Kent, who has written a book on the subject.
I am happy for Bangladeshis. Between 2001 and 2011 the proportion of Bangladeshis who say they have no faith has more than tripled, from 0.4% to 1.4%. Recently I have started using facebook, where most of my followers and friends are Bengalis from Bangladesh. I am so amazed to see a huge number of young people, both men and women, abandoned their faith. Avijit Roy’s Mukto Mona website has been a great platform for thousands of Bengali atheist bloggers.
Many do not divulge their unbelief to their families, let alone the wider community. At events organised by the CEMB, some come straight from the mosque. Women say they continue to wear their veil at home to conceal their change of heart. Those who are openly godless often use the language of gay rights, talking about “coming out” to those close to them.
Despite such difficulties, the internet is making life easier. Muslims questioning their faith can talk to others online. The CEMB’s forum has over 4,000 users, says Marayam Namazie, the group’s founder. In the past would-be atheists had to sneak off to libraries to explore their doubts. Doing so online is easier and more discreet. Nonetheless the CEMB also offers guidance on concealing such activities, advising those with doubts to erase e-mails and search histories and to use a computer to which others do not have access.
Ibrahim Mogra, an imam in Leicester, says that he has heard of only a handful of cases of Muslims who have openly renounced their religion over the past 30 years. More common, he says, are those who abandon many of the practices of Islam—regular prayers, the dietary laws and dress codes, for example—but still identify as Muslims. This group, which is culturally but less spiritually committed to Islam, is getting larger, suggests Mr Mogra. Growing up in secular Britain leads people, especially the young, to drift away. But many grow out of their doubts, he reckons, and return, especially when they have children.
Such a good news! Agnostics are growing. I want them to grow faster.
An intriguing news item was published in the Arab world a few days ago — a sex shop is coming up in Saudi Arabia’s holiest city, Mecca. Not just any sex shop but a halal sex shop. I have no clue whatsoever about terms and conditions upon which a sex shop is deemed halal or haraam. I also want to know, whether in this sex shop, a woman would be able to shop alone for her personal needs. In a country where women don’t have minimum personal liberty, and have no other identity beyond being sex slaves to men, there cannot be any doubt that the sex shop being opened there will be exclusively for the sexual pleasure of men.
Men from Saudi Arabia spend a lot of their ample wealth on sex. They go to various countries on sex tours to enjoy the company of expensive call-girls, and they roam around freely in the sex shops of foreign countries. From now on, however, they will no longer have to undertake the trouble of a foreign tour for sex-shopping, at least. For, EL Asira, the Sharia-compliant sex brand originating in Amsterdam and backed by Germany’s Beate Uhse, will soon branch out to the holy city.
Till now, the sex shops of Europe and America have not yet arrived in the progressive countries of Asia, but they have managed to reach Saudi Arabia, the most conservative and orthodox society in the world, where women are perceived only as moving genitalia.
The Saudi king, Abdullah, had 30 wives. Out of those, one was Alanoud al Fayez, who had been divorced by the king in 1985. But her four daughters are prisoners in the Saudi royal palace. Jawaher, Maha, Sahar and Hala are incarcerated in every sense of the word. They are not free to set foot outside the palace walls. They are hardly provided food twice a day, and their half-brothers beat them mercilessly. Some of the sisters are nearabouts or over forty years of age but have not been allowed to marry.
Alanoud, who is in self-imposed exile in London for the past few years, has broken her silence and spoken about the abuses inflicted on her daughters to the international media. To no avail, of course. If the most powerful nation on the planet, the United States, bows its head and pays obeisance to the mighty House of Saud, who else dare protest?
Barack Obama paid a high profile visit to Saudi Arabia a few months ago, accompanied by his wife. One does not recall any request from him to alleviate the situation of the sisters trapped in the royal palace, or even the general condition of women in the country.
This is the thing with Saudi Arabia. It’s kind of like a bratty child — whatever strikes its fancy, it shall go ahead and do. Saudi women cannot step out in the open without being covered from head to foot. They have no right to free speech. They can’t talk to strangers of the opposite sex because it’s considered haraam. They can’t take a car ride with someone without the fear of execution. They are punished cruelly if they happen to be victims of rape or torture.
The primitive laws of a seventh century society still prevail over a 21st century Saudi Arabia. Freedom of speech is unheard of. Writer-activist Raif Badawi, creator of the website, Free Saudi Liberals, is still being lashed liberally every other week for daring to have freethinking aspirations. Saudi Arabia doesn’t give two hoots about tenets of modernisation and civilisation. It is making first world nations dance to its tunes on the one hand, and exporting islamic terrorism to other muslim states, on the other. This state, without a shred of ethics and character, is going unpunished since there are no countries that can be brave enough to face the ire of a wealthy, oil-rich nation.
Such are the circumstances under which Saudi Arabia has opened its gates to a sex shop. What can this novelty do for Saudi men? Well, they can now be provided with leather belts, shackles, masks and an assortment of other weapons which they would now be able to use liberally to further treat women as sex slaves. To force them into dominant-submissive sexual role play. To bring into actual force the brutal primitivism of their patriarchal attitude against women by inflicting a new kind of sexual torture on them. And as usual, this too, shall remain unpunished.
If there is indeed any pleasure to be gained out of those shops, they would be exclusively for the men. The women are not to partake in any such thing. Those who do not have basic human rights must never aspire to sexual rights either. And those that do not have sexual freedom or rights, have no sexual pleasure. Sex slaves take no pleasure in sex — they need to be freed of their slavery first.
The world stands wondering when, if at all, the new generation of politically and socially aware Saudi youth shall spell the death knell of this dystopic dynastic rule. Time waits for them.
Many are of the opinion that these strange university protests that entail the putting up of sanitary products in public spaces, starting in Jamia and spreading to Jadavpur, are not in good taste. But why should they be?
If menfolk happened to have menstrual cycles instead of women, this would hardly have occasioned social shame for them. Instead, they would have celebrated their stains, declared the blood sacred and exhibited with considerable pride the sanitary pads that bore the signs of their power. Women’s menstrual cycles, on the other hand, have been deemed so hateful and their blood so impure for so long, that it is finally time for women to rediscover the sacrality of their own blood.
When men open their shirts in public, scribble slogans all over their bodies and walk with pride, they are heralded as harbingers of true revolution — people have felt awed and inspired by such sights, poets have written paeans in their praise, artists have immortalised such scenes on canvas and filmmakers have made memorable cinema of such landmark protests. When FEMEN activists do the very same thing, and display their nudity adorned with political slogans, policemen arrive in leaps and bounds and forthwith drag them all to the prison.
Male bodies inscribed with political will are things of beauty, and female bodies of the same order are objects of social stigma, shame and infringement. It’s because a women’s nudity disarms the conservatives, it makes them uncomfortable. Rupi Kaur’s photograph documenting menstrual blood opened a can of worms. Instagram removed the photograph and instantly, social media were alight with debates. I think the photograph was a stroke of genius. So was Deepika Padukone’s video, My Choice. Women are undergoing a sudden awakening everywhere. This awakening is becoming more and more necessary for the survival of mankind as a whole.
The thought of one half of the species brutally repressing the other half by virtue of sexual discrimination, through various tools of torture ranging from sheer brute force to social conditioning and superstition, for thousands of years, is perhaps more frightening as any other human rights violation. This awakening has been long due. The society mustn’t run by muscles, it must be run by liberated minds. It is ludicrous to think that the primary law lurking underneath sexual and gender discrimination is nothing but the discrepancy of physical force between the male and female of this species.
When I described in detail, in the first part of my autobiography, My Girlhood, the events leading to my first menstrual period, or later, how I was sexually abused, many disapproved of this with the sneering civility characteristically belonging to the bourgeoisie. I pity them, and I have never brought myself to pander to their socially curated tastefulness.
My Girlhood was banned by the Haseena government in 1999. It’s still banned in Bangladesh. The middle classes are of the opinion that no decent woman belonging from a good family could have described, in gory details and with utter “shamelessness”, the indignity of the sexual abuse she had suffered. Some famous male authors have personally told me, “You know, the book was very well written, but you shouldn’t have described the sexual encounters. That was vulgar”.
Oh yes. When women write about the sexual crimes perpetrated against them, they become offensive; when they tell stories belonging to their own bodies, they are deemed notorious. But when men offer up depictions of female nudity and sexual intercourse, they become the grand documenters of high art.
It seems that women’s bodies are the copyrighted properties of male authors and artists, for if women were to explore such areas, they would surely be no more than sluts. When women refuse to abide by these rules instituted by men, when they sidestep the rules laid down about what to say and when, and how far to go with it, this society’s men feel some amount of righteous indignation.
If this society hasn’t defamed you as a slut and whore, if you haven’t yet been able to confound at least a few of the society’s self-appointed moral guardians, then there isn’t much hope for you as a feminist. The named, on the other hand, are those who shall change and alter the fabric of this rotting state, and bring on a new evolution that shall signal a new kind of egalitarian atmosphere.
I therefore salute the students who have stepped forward to protest on behalf of all women who are stigmatised during their menstrual cycles. It is the duty of educational institutions to spearhead the revolution against superstitions, stigmas, social and sexual discrimination and spread social awareness and illumination amongst the common people. It is their moral obligation to take up the fight for womens’ rights, and they have done a good job of it.