Death of a dream : A man fragile ego

Death of a Dream: A Man's fragile ego

So, for my next blog I thought of diving into the cupboards of my dumb memory and take you all on a nostalgia trip, but that train got derailed quickly as my eyes quickly fell upon the news of the death of the teenage influencer Sana Yousaf. Subsequently, I was thrown into a pressure cooker of wrath and fury because this isn't the first time something like this has happened. 

Firstly, I would like to dedicate a poem for her

Rest in soil O my daughter of Eve

Away from the lustful gaze

Lay your sovereignty wide

For here there are no glass shieldings of honor

Crawl freely for here there are no men to stop you from soaring

I will not be including any pictures of her since she already is plastered all over social media and this is not a clickbait to attract views, and her family has probably suffered enough, and I don't want to add up to their distress. O Sana Yousaf you bright golden starlet, eyes filled with hope to reach beyond the limits of the skies all stolen away by something so small, despicable, petite as male ego. Her crime was refusing her voice being just an echo with her sentence being of death. But wait this isn't the first time something like this has taken place, no let me take you down another memory lane since the previously planned trained got demolished.

History of silencing for mere existing:

1. Farzana Parveen (Lahore, 2014)

Farzana Parveen was brutally murdered by her family outside Lahore High Court for marrying a man of her choice. She was attacked with bricks in broad daylight, highlighting the extreme measures taken against women asserting autonomy

2. Muqaddas Bibi (Gujranwala, 2016)

Twenty-two-year-old Muqaddas was lured back to her parental home under the pretense of reconciliation and was subsequently killed by her family for marrying a man of her choice. She was seven months pregnant at the time.

3. Samia Sarwar (Lahore, 1999)

Samia was shot dead in her lawyer's office by an assassin hired by her parents. She had sought a divorce from an abusive marriage and intended to remarry, actions deemed dishonorable by her family.

just to name a few because I want you guys to think rather than fact reading all the information which is mundanely available on our news channels which the banshees dressed in suits screeching loudly without any nuance, so lastly and certainly not the least Noor Mukaddam, a crime so gruesome and terrifying that it does make you question the very own psychology of human kind.

Let's evaluate what happened:

A 17-year-old is killed by a 22-year-old, the age gap is not much difference basically every idiotic lovestruck couple in our universities. So, the girl is famous influencer, and a man is simple words a nobody, he asks her to be her friend (we truly need to free the word friend from asking of sexual favors), the girl using the brain and the autonomy given to her by her Lord refuses and the fragile ego gets dented, with its refusal to accept the truth it silences her. So, for a simple no she was killed. The horrifying and most morbid part of the case isn't the murder but the reaction of people who without any ounce of empathy or sympathy are celebrating her death as an act of moral cleansing.

Go to any social media platform and you will see comments flooding with a sentiment of relief and achievement. For any sane person that would boil the living crap out of you, but they are happy. What to label them, Islamic extremist, chronic online misogynist, good for nothing incels, well I throw the ball in your court because that's what I am not here for that. I am here just a writing letting out my frustrations blindly hoping it affects someone. Now the media will define the case in many ways, some of them will be honour killings, killed for spreading profanity, and some great warrior will also accuse her of blasphemy just because the killer has a beard (beard = great muslim). Nevertheless, this case will join the infinite cases whose instigator was a simple no.

what is no it is as simple as the two alphabets sounds together; I refuse to go with your way. we all say no to many things in our life, no to friends for outings, no to parents for eating food etc. Yet none of us punished by death. But why does a person get to pay with their life for simply refusing advances.

here's why:

 1) No means according to patriachology, just try harder (courtesy to films like Kabir Singh and pakistani dramas)

2) No equals to a woman practicing witchcraft in the puritan age

3) Oh, we put the heavy shipment of honor on her, she might displace it better to finish her off.

4) Gosh listening is so hard and respecting is harder, oh violence a piece of cake.

5) Well, her tongue is to give me pleasure not to voice her own opinions. 

while we have thrown pretty of dirt on men we cannot forget the ladies because they say in Urdu "Taali do Haathon se Bajti hai" clapping is done by two hands, the mothers the toxic sisters, sister in laws who have equally contributed to allowing men to walk and crush women by firstly giving away their own personal autonomy as charity for the hunger of ego and secondly not caging their men infected with rabies. Their hands are equally soaked with blood of the innocent victims.

the most disgusting part of all this fiasco that like clockwork, we will drag Islam into this mess. The divine faith that begins with the word Iqra—read, reflect—is twisted to justify crimes that stem not from religion but from rot. The Prophet who stood when his daughter entered the room, who bore the burden of her grief on his shoulders, whose heart broke when she was wronged—his legacy is now hijacked by men who use beards as shields and silence as virtue. Islam, in all its beauty, demands consent in marriage, reverence for women, and kindness as a pillar of faith. Yet, here we are, watching it weaponized by those who use the Qur’an as a curtain to hide their cowardice. It's not Islam that commands violence for a "no"—it's insecurity, it's pride, it's unchecked power. It’s men with God complexes trying to play judge, jury, and executioner. It’s not piety. It’s performance.

So here I am, tapping keys in the hope they echo somewhere beyond this void. That maybe someone who reads this thinks twice before blaming the hemline of a dress or the confidence in a girl’s voice. That maybe we finally realize saying “no” isn’t rebellion—it’s existence. It’s survival. And if the price of a woman’s “no” is death, then the real sickness is not in her defiance, but in the ears unwilling to hear it. We are a society raising boys to believe that refusal is humiliation, and girls to believe that obedience is safety. But neither is true. And until those changes, more trains will derail, more dreams will collapse under the weight of entitlement, and more daughters of Eve will be buried before they’ve even lived.

May Sana’s memory be a fire in our bones.
May “no” never again be a death sentence