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Friday, 29 April 2011

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The boy had no choice but to descend the mountain and go home. In fact, he was a dead man walking. His soul was traumatized. He felt like a lost puppy. How could he ever talk, walk or mix with other boys?

Naturally, the society, if learned about his being raped, would treat him like dirt. He knew his rapist would soon start blackmailing him, including repeated yielding or otherwise he would threaten to expose him. He really felt miserable and helpless. There was no one out there to help him, including his parents. In his bleeding soul he strongly condemned the injustice: executing the victim rather than the criminal!

He was too young to know that for hundreds of years, boys, particularly in the old world, were mistreated by the bullies. To him there seemed to be a direct relation between the absence of girls and the sodomy. Maybe later, he would realize a bitter truth about the nature of the bullies. He would learn that these people are the true manifestation of evil vs. good, ugly vs. pretty; short vs. tall; ignorant vs. wise…

Now, he turned around and once again viewed the mountain and the location from which he let the rocks fall. To his chagrin, he realized the location was clearly visible to any observer from the village. Such a person could, through a binocular, identify a known person accurately. What about the recess where he was…? He did not have the guts to say 'raped'.

His knees sank under him, but he had no choice but to proceed homeward. He wondered if his parents, friends etc. could guess what had happened.

On his way homeward, he encountered a flock of sheep. Accidentally, he saw several lambs jumping on the back of other lambs. He keenly tried to identify the sex of the under-lamb to infer that such incidences naturally do occur. It was at this moment that the sheep dog started barking. The shepherd shouted harshly at the boy to stand clear of the flock and drop the stone he was carrying in his hand. Astonished, the boy looked at own hands and saw he was holding the pebble with red streak in his palm.

He did not argue with the shepherd, as he was totally demoralized. He had lost vigor and courage. He simply placed the pebble into his pocket and raised his open hands in the air to show they were empty. Now, the shepherd gave him a nasty look.

The boy realized how vulnerable he had become. He felt he had suddenly turned into an abject creature, just like a dog in the Muslim world: who always keeps its tail between the legs when passing men or boys.

When he reached the edge of the village, he was scared to death, as he saw a crowd lining up the village entrance. His feet froze. When he looked carefully, among the crowd, he saw his father standing in the first row. Next to his father stood the village hunter with his legendary brass monocular!

The boy had not yet finished his survey, when his father jumped on him like a leopard. Grabbed him just like the rapist and throw him several feet in the air. The boy landed on the hard ground like a bag of sand. He did not see his father approaching him until his felt his father's repeated kicks. He turned on his belly to protect his face. One kick came to his buttock cleft and the sacrum, renewing the earlier pain of penetration.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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