The last letter of Aftab, an innocent Pakistani
Catholic who was hangedby Aftab Bahadur
Masih
Sentenced to death in 1992 when he was
15 for a multiple murder he did not commit, Aftab was hanged at dawn this
morning, this despite appeals by the Catholic Church and human rights activists.
In his last letter, he writes, “I am innocent, but I do not know whether that
will make any difference. [. . .] I wish that Pakistani people could possess a
sense of nationality that overrode their sectarianism.”
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Lahore (AsiaNews) - At 4:30 am (local time), the authorities in Kot
Lakhpat Jail in Lahore hanged Aftab Bahadur Masih, a Catholic man who was
unjustly convicted in a triple murder case when he was 15. Recent pleas by the
Catholic Church and human rights activists proved hopeless.
Mgr Joseph Coutts, bishop of Karachi and president of the Catholic
Bishops' Conference of Pakistan, wrote a letter to President Himari Hussain,
asking for a stay of execution to start fresh investigations.
Aftab was sentenced to death on 5 September 1992 for the murder of Sabiha
Bari and her two sons. The following day, Ghulam Mustafa, a plumber for
whom he worked as an apprentice, was arrested for complicity and tortured by
police to implicate Aftab in the murder.
Only recently, the plumber admitted that Aftab Bahadur had nothing to do
with the crime, and that he was only an eyewitness. He also signed an affidavit
before a religious leader, stating that he had lied.
Aftab has always claimed his innocence. Over the years, he said that when
he was arrested, police asked for 50,000 rupees (US$ 5,000) to let him go. As a
young apprentice, he could not pay.
Last year, the Prime Minister of Pakistan, Nawaz Sharif, lifted the
country’s moratorium on the death penalty, a day after the Taliban attacked a
military school in Peshawar killing 134 students and 19 adults.
Shortly before his execution, Aftab Bahadur Masih wrote a last letter in
which he expressed his feelings. Here it is.
"I just received my black warrant. It says I will be hanged by the neck until
dead on Wednesday, June 10. I am innocent, but I do not know whether that will
make any difference.
During the last 22 years of my imprisonment, I have received death warrants
many times. It is strange, but I cannot even tell you how many times I have been
told that I am about to die.
Obviously, it feels bad whenever the warrants are issued. I start to count
down the days, which is in itself painful, and I find that my nerves are
shackled in the same way as my body.
In truth, I die many times before my death. I suppose my life experience is
different from that of most people, but I doubt there is anything more dreadful
than being told that you are going to die, and then sitting in a prison cell
just waiting for that moment.
For many years – since I was just 15 years old – I have been stranded between
life and death. It has been a complete limbo, total uncertainty about the
future.
I am a Christian, and sometimes that is difficult here. Unfortunately, there
is one prisoner in particular who has tried to make our lives more difficult. I
don't know why he does it.
I got very upset over the Christian bombings that took place in Peshawar.
This hurt me deeply, and I wish that Pakistani people could possess a sense of
nationality that overrode their sectarianism. There is a small group of us here
who are Christians, just four or five, and we are now all in one cell, which has
improved my life.
I do everything I can to escape my misery. I am an art lover. I was an artist
– just an ordinary one – from my early days, when I was first conscious of
anything.
Even back then, I was inclined towards painting, as well as writing verses.
Although I had no training, it was just a gift of God. But after I was brought
to jail I had no other way to express my feelings, as I was then in a state of
complete alienation and loneliness.
I began some time ago to paint all the signs for the Kot Lakhpat jail, where
I am held. Then I was asked to do signs for other jails. Nothing in this world
can give me more happiness than the feeling when I paint some idea, or feeling
on the canvas. It is my life, so I am happy to do it. My workload is great, and
I am exhausted at the end of each day, but I am glad of that, as it keeps my
mind off other things.
I have no family to visit me, so when someone does come, it is a wonderful
experience. It allows me to reap ideas from the outside world that I can then
lay down on my canvas. Being asked about how I was tortured by the police
brought back terrible memories that I turned into pictures, though it would
perhaps have been better not to have to think of what the police did to try to
get me to confess falsely to this crime.
When we heard the news about lifting the death penalty moratorium in December
2014, fear prevailed throughout the cells of the prison here. There was an
overriding sense of horror. The atmosphere hung, gloomy, over us all. But then
the executions actually started at Kot Lakhpat Jail, and everyone started to go
through mental torture. Those who were being hanged had been our companions for
many years on this road to death, and it is only natural that their deaths left
us in a state of despair.
While the death penalty moratorium was ended on the pretext of killing
terrorists, most of the people here in Kot Lakhpat are charged with regular
crimes. Quite how killing them is going to stop the sectarian violence in this
country, I cannot say.
I hope I do not die on Wednesday, but I have no source of money, so I can
only rely on God and on my volunteer lawyers. I have not given up hope, though
the night is very dark.
(Jibran Khan contributed to this article)
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