November 24, 2012 Leave a comment
When I first saw him in that hazy photograph captured from a CCTV camera, I was surprised at how young he was. Just a teenager, wandering through Shivaji terminus, he could be one of us. The only difference was the automatic rifle that hung across his shoulder. And the fact that he had just used it to scar Mumbai forever.
They hung him day before yesterday. It had to happen. There was a court case, a magistrate, and lawyers. An appeal, a judge and a few more lawyers. Another appeal, another judge, more lawyers yet again. And finally there was the president of a country that screamed for justice.
They say his last word’s were raised to Allah, asking for forgiveness. Perhaps justice was delivered.
But put yourself in his shoes for a minute. Imagine yourself wrapped in a rag as a baby. Imagine growing up every day not knowing if you’ll have any food to eat. Imagine a wooden plank to sleep on every winter, a scorching sun on your bare back every summer. Imagine being angry at everything, at every one. Imagine running away from home in anger. Imagine stealing food to stay alive. Imagine living your life alone. All alone.
And then imagine being told to pick up a gun. Being told that it would lead you to a better life. It would lead you to heaven. Imagine living in hell and being promised paradise.
What would you do?
I think all of us have some sense of right and wrong. Every night we pray that we have the strength to do what’s right. But secretly, perhaps we pray that we never be tested. That we’re never asked to choose.
He was asked to choose. He failed.
I don’t know which Gods exist, which religion is really right. But I hope his Allah forgives him. I hope there is reincarnation. The test was just too difficult and no soul should be judged in this way. We humans can only pronounce judgement on the body and perhaps the body couldn’t be forgiven. The soul goes to His court. Hopefully, He is really as merciful as they say He is.
I hope Kasab’s soul is given another chance. I hope it comes back to us in another body. Lives in a nice home, with loving parents. Gets a good education. Cures cancer. Please, Allah. Forgive the soul of Ajmal Kasab. Another victim of 26/11. Let it redeem itself. Everyone deserves a second chance.