Haz, a boy with crushed dreams
It feels like a knock, a tense unambiguous feeling shrouded by fear, helplessness, and control. Haz was a dazzling young male with charming features with pretty pearly eyes and an adorable smile.
He was 17, and most probably the oldest among all his siblings, but a very gentle & humorous individual at best. He was a rising talent in cricket and would crack jokes at every moment, trying to ease the tension. He was a very bold child and would charm the crowd with his personality and wit.
He would attract many people to his door, and therefore he was able to make friends with a lot of people. In the long run, we all tend to fall into a state of chaos when we put faith in the people around us. When we aren’t allowed to be told what’s best for us, How can we dismiss people’s manipulation of ourselves?
How can we avoid certain dangers that might scorn us forever? These instances that happen in a person’s life can change their perspective towards life and society for as long as they live on this earthly plane.
It was just like another day, he was playing with his friends after the game ended his friends invited him to go to a very shady place. His Friends were addicts and were not the drug kind. To his knowledge, they were just doing casual hashish, nothing more nothing less. But he was surprised that they were coping with the addiction towards lust, adultery, and vice-versa. He sat down in a boys hostel that looked like a brothel by the looks of it. He came up with a funny joke to ease the mood or tension.
But it got to the point that he got intoxicated and his friends pushed him to drug himself by saying it’s nothing. After a while, whether he was hallucinating that his friends started touching themselves, that made it seem much weirder as he was high, still holding onto his senses… He tried to contemplate what was happening around him, afterward, one guy sitting next to him kissed him and he pushed him away but by pushing him, the guy got frustrated and hit him on his head, and he fell on the floor.. he then took him to another room in the hostel where three more people were sitting, that guy took the poor intoxicated fellow into the room, and then took off his pants, him unable to fight back… He then was forced downwards, the other guys held him downwards applied spit, on their penises and shoved it forcefully inside him and he screamed with agony but no one could hear it, he was surrounded by monsters who were feasting on his flesh and he was being raped by these people…
The first moment it went inside him was brutal it felt like, somebody had pierced into his soul, the agonizing pain and the tears that started falling from his eyes, his screams that went out for his mother, father, brother, his friends who are smoking each other out… no one could hear him, he was alone lost is despair… Imagine the suffering one feels, and he was the crux of it all… The guy came inside him and then moved to give the other guys a chance to rape him, The others were forceful, it tore off his rectum and he started to bleed… and then they took turns until every single one was satisfied with the horrible crime they had all committed…
They threw him in front of his friends and his arm was broken, and the rectum was bleeding… he was not even alive, well his grip on reality was lost, his friends realized what had happened and took him to the hospital… where they treated his wounds… he pardoned the doctors not to call his family, that they wouldn’t be able to bear the shame of this happening… as they were poor, and wouldn’t be able to manage the expenses… he recovered in a few weeks… and came back to his home, by the doctor who agreed to tell his family that he had been in an accident… Thus, he covered up the story as people would ridicule as our society does, he changed from the inside and became someone very different. He became distant from everyone, he was “friends” with. He isolated himself from the rest… and he used his anguish to never let that thing ever happen to him again… he became empty, but he tried to use his humor to his advantage… imagine a guy cracking jokes, jokes to satisfy the ego of our society… a society that abuses, molests children, men, women of all ages and we never wanna do anything about it, we don’t even talk but label it as taboo, because this defect lies in every single one of us, and it is our responsibility to safeguard people, as a society from such horrifying ends.
“Because we have normalized raping someone’s asshole, it has become this clear, that we as a society have lost the ability to relate to the people who feel these experiences first hand, we have become insignificant and tiny and this mentality has killed our empathy and our ability to relate to the grief and immense sorrow people carry in their hearts.”
We are responsible for these happenings, we all are.. we all laugh at them, after reading this try to prevent such jokes to continue any longer and furthermore try to protect the naive, innocent, and weak. Because these people need care, in their lives rather than the disgust we all have in our hearts…
Lastly, some people can relate to this, but nobody will be able to relate to the suffering Haz suffered, although he didn’t kill himself and he doesn’t go prancing around as a victim, because he knows society will never accept nor understand a person who went through so much pain. Thus he did what he can to improve his circumstances and build himself through it. Talking about it in the third person does help you to understand… but for him, he will carry on with his life, because he will make do the best that he can with what he has under his control.
This was a decade ago, and Haz has come a very long way, but knowing this you can feel his grief through the pearly eyes, that are filled with sadness, a pain that will never go away.