When you think about it, it’s a fairly simple technique that doesn’t require any degrees or in-depth knowledge about hypnosis. And once you learn how to brainwash, it doesn’t take much time to bring out your evil side.
I still remember that evening when I showered and decided to wear a white shalwar kameez, before heading out to the grocery store to grab something for my mother. There was a mosque on the way. When I crossed it on my way back, a senior maulvi standing right outside stopped me and asked me for a lift.
As he initiated the conversation, he used his religious authority to ask me where I lived, what my father did etc. I answered truthfully. Maybe he wanted to figure out if he knew someone from my house? I don’t know.
I was riding a locally manufactured mountain bike that had a frail carrier installed at the back that could hardly carry my school bag. I motioned towards it and told the maulvi it couldn’t carry his load. So he continued trying to converse with me, and I didn’t know any better.
He spoke briefly about hell, and then turned towards heaven. He talked about working for Islam and told me about the hoors awaiting us in heaven. As he touched this topic, he also started touching my penis, gently moving his fingers around it and applying gentle pressure.
I quickly shifted the topic back to how it started off, and told him my bike carrier couldn’t carry his weight. Still touching me, he told me he could just sit on the rod connecting the handle and the seat. I told him I couldn’t balance the bike like that and bid him farewell, before making a quick dash home.
I never went for another Friday prayer again.
I guess this is what happens when you oppose nature and isolate women in society so much that men begin engaging in what is commonly known as “bacha bazi“. Most people who exploit young boys sexually are based in places like Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia and Pakistan. They are straight, but an asshole has no gender as far as these people are concerned.
Thank you for reading this rather intimate story I’ve shared from my life. I have never been able to openly discuss these things, but I am starting to heal now. The patriarchy doesn’t allow me to share these things. Even my wife attempts to emasculate me if I become too sensitive about things – that scene in Kite Runner made my eyes wet, but I didn’t cry.
Also, it may not be much, but you can actually save some Afghan Orphans who might be sold as sex slaves just by making a small donation to AfghanOrphans.org – a friend shared their Facebook post which is what inspired me to write about my first inappropriate sexual encounter as a child, living in Lahore, Pakistan (in a rather upscale setting, that too). I was lucky that time but there was another time when I wasn’t so lucky. I will write about it some other time.
In case you’re still wondering what the best tool for sexual exploitation is, it’s religion.