The War on Bloggers

As the news about the missing activists and bloggers from Pakistan started to spread, I was reminded of the sustained covert and open war against bloggers, acticists, dissenters, heretics, and civil society in general, across India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Iran and the Maldives. Since Avijit Roy's brutal murder in February 2015, the world has come to realise that anyone who criticises the ''mosque/temple-madrasa/shakha-social-welfare network of extremism'' will be on the receiving end and the state will,be apathetic to the plight of the critics. 


In India, rationalists Narendra Dabholkar, Govind Pansare, and M M Kalburgi were murdered, shot respectively in August 2013 and February and August 2015. Their killings had sparked outrage in the country with several eminent writers and activists returning their state awards over ''rising intolerance'' in the country. Investigations point to Hindu right wing radical groups who were also responsible for the 2009 Goa blast. 

http://indianexpress.com/article/india/india-news-india/campaign-to-fastrack-dabholkar-pansare-kalburgi-death-probe-2924303/


At least eight atheists and gay rights campaigners have been killed in attacks in the majority Muslim country of Bangladesh. Since 2013, and the onset of the Shahbag movement and its vision of a Bangladesh as a humane and secular nation, the killers' targets have been free-thinking and open-minded people. From Rajib Haider to Nazimuddin Samad, a number of blogger deaths have taken place in the past three years, according to a CNN report In 2015, five bloggers were killed, including prominent Bangladeshi-American writer Abhijit Roy.

http://edition.cnn.com/2016/04/28/opinions/bangladeshi-bloggers-opinion/


In both the cases of the murders of rationalists murders, the state's apathy has been evident. It is the bull of extremism which the state authorities have been reluctant or evasive or apathetic to take by the horns be it Bangladesh or India. The widows of the Indian rationalists still await justice and in between this comes the news of Pakistani activists' enforced disappearance. A Facebook post by Ahmed Waqas Goraya's wife cut through my heart and brought me out of mourning for my recently deceased husband Arshid Malik. Her post reflected my own heart so thoroughly that the old fire of dissent upended the cold grief I had been feeling this long, dark, winter in Kashmir. 

It reads:

... my husband, my companion, my best friend and the father of my child. I know him from last 13 years, out of which I am married to him for 9 years. Never, did he stop loving me... he is a person made from sentiments and yet very strong and opinionated. He was known among his peers for strong liberal views but I saw him as a progressive man with ideas that can flourish our son. That harmless man... went MISSING in thin air on January 4th 2017.. what a start of new year for our tiny family. I had so many thoughts for this year, so much to share with him when he returned from a family trip that he was making with our son. Due to my work commitments I had to return earlier while they fully enjoyed their stay in Pakistan... the land he was mad about... the land he always wished to prosper. What did he do wrong? What was his mistake? I can't sleep, I cant stop thinking... so many questions... what could Waqass have done wrong... a man that I married, a man so full of energy, vibrancy and patriotism, a man who saw and believed that he could raise his voice and have some freedom of speech. .. was that wrong? I don't know what could have been so threatening for the people who took him away. I only want him back... ASAP!

We both are alone without you and we miss you papa... please come home soon to make it feel like home. And please come alive and healthy, so full of energy and passion and that brightness in your eyes. miss you and ili pili..."

Her appeal is akin to Rafida Bonya Ahmed standing defiantly in a gathering crowd outside a book fair, her husband's bloody body lying in the background, her hands oozing blood from her severed thumb and fingers from the machete attack. A year later her video shows the same defiance, courage and bravery when she explained the night he was attacked and how she had made it her life's aim to take Avijit's fight against extremism, irrationality, superstition and communalism forward. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i99E0w_s-kU

There is something about bloggers and activists who speak out against extremism which prompts the irrational and communally divisive forces in any country to silence them instead of arguing or debating with them. The Maldives is a collection of atolls that adorn the Indian Ocean north of the equator like teardrops. A country committed to carbon neutrality by 2020, it is troubling to see that the Maldives is also facing the backlash of the aftermath of dictatorship of the Gayoom regime of 30 years. In 2014, Maldivian journalist Ahmed Rilwan was abducted in broad daylight outside his apartment in Hulhumale. 

State authorities at first denied any link between Rilwan's disappearance and the news of an abduction of a person from Hulhumale, but over the years the pressure of activists and the family's vigil and active insistence has at least brought forth an investigation which places a suspect among a group of 12 Maldivian jihadis who travelled to Syria. An investigative report published by the Maldivian Democratic Network implicated radicalised gangs in Rilwan's disappearance and possible evidence of ''hostile surveillance''. All this happened amidst growing concerns of Islamist militancy and rising opposition to President Yameen's rule as well as his despotic handling of the Nasheed case. 

http://maldivesindependent.com/politics/no-evidence-linking-reported-abduction-to-rilwan-disappearance-says-police-100817   

I can refer to the states of Afghanistan and Iran in passing because we are familiar with the fate of dissenters and critics within these two countries fighting in house Islamism and theo-fascism respectively as well as cross border terrorism by the Pakistani Establishment and the Red Dragon threat. 2017 seems to have been a year where the rise of the Right is colliding with the irrelevance of the increasingly Regressive Left which makes grounds for the state, as well as extremists to silence, murder, behead, abduct, disappear, imprison, falsely accuse dissenters of blasphemy, and unjustly sentence them to jail or force them into hiding or exile. 

Considering this streak of ''overt war against civil society'' is across South Asia, it would be well for people to realise that if they do not stand in solidarity with those families whose near and dear ones have suffered the terror of extremists and the state, then they will have absolutely no space in the coming years to voice their protests. The space for criticism and dissent is shrinking as countries fail or postpone their fight for secular Constitutions. Be it the Arab Spring, or the underground atheist movement in the Middle East, South Asia cannot afford to turn a blind eye to the fate of the missing activists.   

The Curse of being a Woman

It should not have been a curse to be born a woman. It shouldn't have been a cause for shame to be born a daughter. There was much to celebrate - that nature had designed all the faculties rightly enough to have a female child and life could be therefore thanked that no extra chromosome had turned the birth into another cursed nightmare. But in the subcontinent, a daughter's birth always comes with a twinge at the heart strings even though the families may have rectified their attitudes to the fashionable political correctness.

As a daughter and woman myself it took less than a decade of infancy and childhood to realise that my and my sister's and my female cousins' treatment at home was different. There was a hierarchy within the female 'zenana khana' (women's enclosure) too. The older sisters-in-law were matriarchs overriding their own mother and dominating the younger daughters-in-law tyrannically. So automatically the daughters born of the elder newcomers had advantages and privileges than daughters born to the recently inducted wives into the joint household.

As a bold and outspoken child with a tomboyish attitude, constantly putting forward logical reasoning, the matriarchs had no answers to my criticism of why my older boy cousins could go out unchaperoned or could do everything under the sun and I wasn't so much as given permission to join the school basketball team. I had to fight for it as usual. My sister being the docile and obedient one, of course, didn't get into verbal scrapes but even she got fed up of being held on the pedestal of what a dutiful and pious daughter should be like.

It was perplexing to see the hypocrisy applied to rules and regulations viz a viz the daughters vs the sons. Of course, on the surface, it seemed there was freedom and unlike the low-income families surrounding us we had relative independence and liberal upbringing. We were educated in top schools, fed, clothed well, provided indulgences of Eid pocket money and luxuries of a TV and books in our rooms. But years down the line I understood that it was to make us more marketable after college or university to the first families that offered their sons for sale  (dowry wise).

It's taken ages to understand why the men of the house thought it beneath their dignity to enter the kitchen or even pick up their used utensils and at least place them in the sink for washing; why the women were always washing, cleaning, cooking, mopping, dusting, organising, peeling, chopping, grinding while the men indulged in idle talk. The most hurtful memory I have that still stings my eyes is my mother bent double moping the floor with soapy water around chairs in the lobby and a male cousin of mine not even bothering to lift his feet while she struggled to get to the dry areas. I must've seen red because till this day I regret not pummelling him with my fists  -something I was known to do whenever I encountered any unfairness.

It's these daily humiliations, injustices, travesties and seeing all women as inferior that I developed scorn for any man pouting pious verses yet evidently neglecting the women in his own family. Yes, times have changed and people are more aware -  the men aware that their women suffer under patriarchy and the women becoming more and more aware of their rights. But this is just the beginning. On the surface it may seem as harmless chauvinism in a society that prides itself on calling the Earth mother or worshipping female goddesses or like every Kashmiri expert on Kashmir likes to say the women are treated better here than in any other state. But it's when the tiny news reports of "Woman consumes a poisonous substance"; "the Kashmir sex scandal; the rising number of domestic violence cases reported in 2016, that the misogyny that lies beneath the surface is revealed.

In the subcontinent which was divided by the British first in 1947 into India and Pakistan and then further into Bangladesh in 1971, the social networking wars of which country produces the most perverted, violent, men often run into long threads of more than 400 vitriolic comments. The basic DNA and behavioural traits are the same even though borders have been redrawn and more borders are being fought to be drawn in the coming years due to fascism, and cross border terrorism. In an age where even the UN recognises that countries cannot progress socially and economically unless their women are empowered in every sense, it seems uncivilised and regressive that we have to rethink our parenting skills in bringing up our sons. I am also advocating re-educating our daughters who will be future mothers and making them understand that they do not need to pamper their sons or their existence and status in the family is not dependent on the gender of their first-borns. The whole patriarchy/matriarchy thing hurts all - sons and daughters.