The latest victims of bigotry |
“If we had a daughter and
she came home with a boyfriend, how would you react?” Maggie asked me a few
years ago. The context was a love marriage that had taken place rather too
privately. We knew the girl whose parents were staff of the residential school
where Maggie and I worked. The parents were opposed to their daughter’s affair
and rightly so. That girl was found dead in her husband’s house a couple of
months back.
“I would be amused,” I
answered Maggie’s question. I explained that love was the most natural feeling
between a young boy and a young girl. It should not, however, divert their
attention from their career aspirations and life’s goals. On the contrary, love
should invigorate their goals and aspirations.
Maggie sighed. The sigh
probably meant how naively idealistic I was. But she persisted with her
questioning. “Suppose the boy belongs to a different cultural, linguistic and
religious background?” She asked.
“None of those things matter,”
I said. “The only thing that matters is that the boy should deserve our
daughter.” I assumed that Maggie and I would be ideal parents, so ideal that
our daughter would know how to make the right choices.
I remember telling Maggie
that day that the success of marital relationships owed to only one language,
the language of love; only one culture, the culture of love; and only one religion,
the religion of love. “How have we lived together as a happy couple for so many
years?” I asked her. She goes to church and I even drop her at the church, but
I don’t enter the church. I don’t believe. I have never questioned her faith
and she has never questioned my faithlessness. We are friends. We continue to
be friends. We are not husband and wife who try to dominate each other; we are
friends who try to understand each other incessantly. That is the secret of
happiness in married life. That requires no religion, no culture, no language.
Every honour killing in
cases related to love marriages is a failure of love and success of absurd
things such as religion, culture and other forms of bigotry.
“What if our daughter’s
choice is bad?” Maggie questioned me that time.
“I’ll try to make her
understand first. Then I’ll try to make the boy understand that. Of course, I
would have made him a friend by then.”
“What if that doesn’t
work?” Maggie persisted.
“I believe in destiny.”
That was my answer. Yes, I would leave that to destiny. But I would do whatever
I could to make sure that my daughter, my daughter who refused to take my
counsel in spite of my love and understanding, would live happily with her
choice. I would do whatever I could to make her life happy. That is love. How
can love wish anything else?
When I read reports about
killings in the name of honour – which is always associated with religion, culture
and such absurd things – I know without doubt that there is no love involved in
the murders. Love cannot murder. Love cannot harm anyone. Love can only do good
to others. Religion kills. Culture kills. Bigotry kills.
My religion is love. My
language is love. My culture is love.
Can you say that? If you
can, you are creating a better world. All the best to you. If you are not sure,
check yourself.
You won my heart with your thought Tomichan Matheikal. For I too believe that love knows no boundaries and need only understanding, compassion and love. The girl and boy falling in love should be able to help each other rise in life.
ReplyDeleteIt's very saddening to see people inflicting so much pain on others, their own sons and daughters, in the name of love. I'm glad you agree with me on this issue.
Delete"Love cannot murder. Love cannot harm anyone. Love can only do good to others."- So true. Yet these fools kill in the name of loving their loved ones!
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