A savior is one who saves you. Who redeems the remaining life in you, to serve your purpose. The one who relieves you from your pain and sadness. Sometimes, the saviour is one we keep expecting. Sometimes, Death can be a savior.
He was, for Asifa. That small girl from Kathua was full of colour and life, with a lot of dreams in front of her and just like that snatched away. Sometimes, the Universe just wants us to know what's right infront of us and yet, it brutally tears us apart from it.
That child wandered deep into the forest which was already familiar like her home. Was it her mistake to wander off? Was it a mistake to trust someone? Was it her mistake to be blind to his evil gaze? For god's sake, she was eight!! Did we know what it felt like that, to be eight?!
Religion was never a savior. God never saved her. It was Death. As she stumbled across the harsh, cold forest floor of the Winter, it was Death who offered her warmth. As she was gagged and tortured many a times, it was Death who tended to her wounds. As she was kept starving, Death satiated her soul. Death took her into his embrace and when she realised it, I think she must have had her last smile.
I cannot fathom the thoughts that must have been in her mind, as she was physically humiliated time and time again by six, I can't say people, animals. Can we ever imagine what if she had been one of our's? Can we ever be in her position? No. We are selfish enough now, aren't we?
What an irony Life is. Death to a Muslim girl at the altar of a Hindu Temple. A place where we seek refuge to the one above. Maybe, God found Asifa didn't deserve to stay anymore in this barbaric world. That she did. She deserved much better. May she find peace in wherever she may go next!
While Life is definitely the Savior of Death, it can be the opposite sometimes.