05/21/2026
I am privileged that I get to raise my children in a different country, perhaps a little more secure than the country I was born in. I, as a woman, have also been blessed with the privilege to give birth to and raise two girls — and so was Ramisha’s mother.
But it would be ignorance on my part to believe that such tragedies only belong to one part of the world. They happen everywhere. They happen in countries we call “developed,” in cities we call “safe,” and in societies that pride themselves on progress. Violence against children, especially young girls, continues to exist across borders, classes, religions, and cultures.
So what do we do? Stop bringing children into this world? Stop dreaming of safer futures? Stop believing in humanity altogether?
I don’t think the answer is to stop loving, nurturing, or raising children. I think the answer is to question the kind of world we are building around them. A world where an 8-year-old girl’s life can be stolen so brutally should force all of us into discomfort. Into reflection. Into accountability.
Because every time a child like Ramisha dies, it is not just a family that breaks — something inside our collective humanity breaks too.
May we raise children who are kinder. May we become adults who are more vigilant, more compassionate, and more willing to protect the vulnerable. And may no parent ever have to bury a child whose only crime was being innocent in a cruel world.
Sorry, Ramisha. We, as humans and as a society, failed to preserve your innocence, your safety, and your right to grow up in this world.
