It’s just like the yearly religious ritual. When people slaughter their animals in their garages and streets. And the slaughtered animal is on the floor. Or ramp. And the blood is moving into the drain, gradually, while making a way and getting thick on the way. Just like the thickened blood of society’s conscience. The animal lay there. People watch. And they make videos too.
Just like that.
Just like that, the boy was lying on the ramp in Multan. His dead body. Covered in blood. His thick blood. Gradually flowing into the drainpipe. The butcher was sitting right there. Satisfied. While the others were making the video.
And that’s how the nation chose a path higher than the rest: to sacrifice a human instead of an animal.
To sacrifice its own child.
What Abraham couldn’t do, we did.
