I Was Molested By The Taliban

mullah, kissing, young boy, sexual abuse

Mullah kisses young boy.

My belief in Allah had ended, too. All night I was calling him inside my little heart and begging for help to save me from that bastard Amir, but Allah did not listen to me.

By Citizen Correspondent Zalmay Basharyar

Date Posted: 12/28/06

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I am an Afghan writer, currently writing a novel about the madrasah life. Madrasah is an Islamic seminary. Government madrasahs are funded by Islamic governments and private madrasahs, like the one I lived in, are owned by Mullahs. Private madrasahs have a very old system of collecting food and money from people to pay for their expenses. I was the youngest madrasah student who collected food for the entire village, and this is my story, which was published recently in Common Ties. It's the heartbreaking story of being molested by the Amir, or head of the taliban in a madrasah. The militant movement in Afghanistan calls itself the Taliban because the men were brought up in these madrasahs. I write under a pen name because if my true identity was found out, I'd likely be killed.

The mosque I had lived in was three miles from the madrasah. We had to go by foot because it was a mountainous area and vehicles were not available, nor could we come up with the money for one. I was chanay, the youngest madrasah student who collects food from the entire village for other students to eat.

Going to the madrasah, I was tired not only because I had collected the morning food and tea from the village, but also because the Amir had not let me sleep whole night. I was sexually abused and hurt and contemplated fleeing the madrasah. I wanted to cry, but thought it was in vain. The Amir had threatened that if I told someone he would kill me. Besides this, the man in charge of the madrasah was so dangerous, and my father had said to me that I have to study in the madrasah and become a mullah or he would not let me live in his home.

My belief in Allah had ended, too. All night I was calling him inside my little heart and begging for help to save me from that bastard Amir, but Allah did not listen to me. “Is he sleeping?” I thought once. No! The Holy Quran says God does not sleep, eat, drink or live like human beings. It says that God is present everywhere, knows everything, and can see anything. “Then why does he not come and saved me from this Amir?” I asked myself. There was no answer to this question.

When the Amir came to my bed in the night and awakend me with his ugly things, I remembered my teacher who had told us that Ayat ul Kursi keeps all evils and calamities away.