AGAINSTCHILD ABUSE

Assalamualaikum

Mami read this poem with tears in the eyes. How can a father be so cruel to abuse his own child. Even animals love their youngs. We have always read about this , watch it on TV, heard about it everywhere, but have we done anything to stop it?

Maybe we won't be able to stop it from happening , but we can always be more alert and may be we can be a little kepoh with our surroundings. We might help a few from being victims of child abused, by being nosey, jangan as nosey as mamijarum from Penang tu sudah lah ya.

Mami knows it is in our culture (being Melayu/Malaysian) we never want to ask around about things that are happening in our neighbourhood. We are afraid that people might call us kepochi (pinjam word from a friend -Aunty Sulaila). but for the sake of preventing a child from being abuse, please put aside our feeling of segan or malu , go and ask the parents why, if you see any children that you feels are being abused. Remember by being nosey you might become an angle who saved an abused child from being abused to death.


IT'S MINE AND YOUR DUTY TO PASS THIS ON

I know this is horrific to read and see, but if it helps to stop child abuse, we must all pass it on.
BLUE RIBBON AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

My name is Sarah

I am but three, my eyes are swollenI cannot see.

I must be stupid,I must be bad,what else could have mademy daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,I wish I weren't ugly, then maybe my Mommy would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,I can't do a wrongor else I'm locked up all the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone the house is dark my folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does comeI'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!I just heard a carmy daddy is backfrom Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse my name

he calls I press myself against the wall.

I try and hidefrom his evil eyesI'm so afraid nowI'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,he says its my fault that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits meand yells at me more,I finally get freeand I run for the door.

He's already locked it and I start to bawl,he takes me and throws me against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!' I scream but its now much too late his face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain again and again oh please God, have mercy! oh please let it end!

And he finally stopsand heads for the door,while I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah and I am but three, tonight my daddy murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this email. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because, as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life.


Mami

*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE*~*~