elegy for Aisha

Aisha, a 12 year old Somali girl in galkacyo, was gang raped and murdered on the 25th of February. She was dumped near her home and was discovered by her family. 

I don't know what to think or feel at this point. A soul can bear so much before it gives in. But, on the sorrowful night of this crime, this is what I felt/thought: 

bodies torn asunder, 

clawed for the climax

of a momentary pleasure 

what word does the girl 

put in as she is fashioned 

to man's desire, peering out

always through their lustful eyes 

but aisha was torn too early 

from her mother's arms, at 12 

violated violently by stronger arms 

what did those grown men think as 

they heaved above her, and she as 

she gave in from under? 

I avenge you in words my 

dearest sister, for I am not that 

arm of justice that falls

heavily (this day remains

heavily in my heart) 

I am not that force that can 

bring vile men to knees. 

flames already in their bellies, 

may they never be offered the 

chance to repent, or to forget your 

eyes, your eyes that shined with life. 

(never forget the souls taken by wrongful hands. god will never forget and I pray never forgive) 

Because of that We ordained for the Children of Israel that if anyone killed a person not in retaliation of murder, or (and) to spread mischief in the land - it would be as if he killed all mankind, and if anyone saved a life, it would be as if he saved the life of all mankind

(5:32)