The 23-year old Indian girl, who was  gang-raped in New Delhi, died last night in the hospital of Singapore. This horrible incident is making a harsh reality of India visible. In the rankings of TrustLaw, a news service run by Thomson Reuters, India turns out to be the worst country for a woman to live in (BBC News). In New Delhi there have been protests and the whole world has become a witness. It is very important to keep the subject on top of the agenda. A very welcome contribution to this is the voice of a young rapper from Kashmir.

by Charlie Crooijmans

Haze Kay is a protest rapper born in the year of 1990 when Gawakadal massacre took place. To Radio Netherlands Worldwide (RNW) he states that he makes music for a cause, not for money. The cause is Kashmir and human rights abuse. And now the cause is the victim of New Delhi. For her and other innocent girls who got raped, he wrote the song “Justice to Aasiya and Neelofar”.

After the announcement of the death of the victim from New Delhi Kay wrote on his Facebook:

She fought hard all these days , defeating death on every occasion , her fault was being a Girl and living in a country which has no laws to protect her and other girls like her , she was raped by 6 unknown men , but was murdered by the government of her own country , finally today she left us all , may her soul rest in peace , so when will we bring “Justice to the girl from Delhi (Damini) and justice so our sisters can be roaming free “

In the memory of Aasiya and Neelofar and thousands of other girls and women who have been victimized by the crime called Rape…

Intro

Their guns and their clicks, I don’t fear all that.
When the police comes around , I don’t fear all that.
Disappeared without a trace , i don’t fear all that.
Cause I am from Kashmir so i don’t fear all that.

Verse 1

I am preparing a tomorrow that will have my destruction,
but I will first violate the violent coalition of this occupational cooperation that is ruling me,
cops are now suing me , their plots ain’t doin’ me,
enough of a damage so I still don’t hesitate to manufacture facts and spit it right at their face ,
if i believe in God then I know he will keep me safe,
my every punch line is like a scream from the grave,
tell me how did u manage to silent the commission , that was investigating the Shopian rape victims,
tell me how did you label that episode a suicide even though the bodies were found naked besides a shallow lake,
merely 2 blocks from a military checkpost , now don’t you dare blame this episode on a ghost,
the evidence was posted to Delhi but didn’t ever reach there,
cause here justice too can feel fear and die in a wheel chair…

Chorus

Justice to the girls who were so innocent,
Justice so our sisters can be roaming free,
Justice to Aasiya and Neelofar,
Justice to the girl from Delhi.

Verse 2

Their screams their cries a village raped in the night,
now their children born don’t know who’s against or who’s side are they on,
while some ended living in hatred , some crossed the border turned to militancy to escape it and
came back in arms, and came back with bombs,
but who’s to be blamed when the govt is wrong,
when justice seems framed and the proof are the widows,
the orphans , the raped , the disappeared and all those,
people who have suffered through the years of genocide,
when you live in occupation you can die but not cry,
sabotaging the truth can only cover not hide,
cause when the clouds pass away the sun has to shine bright,
and it’s a lie if they say occupation means democracy,
its another form of slavery justified by hypocrisy,
it bothers me to stand patient waiting for a prophecy,
no more you will see a sober me , though you plot and follow me…