After all, he was five years old...

After all, she was five years old...

When I remember my five-year-old self, a baby swallow that fell from the ceiling comes to my mind. Back then, unable to bear the fate of that tiny creature, I felt sorry and shed tears for days. The perception of a five-year-old child is so innocent, so pure and compassionate. They feel the pain of every living soul in the world as their own. Their world consists only of love, fairy tales, and innocent dreams.

But today... they brutally shattered the innocent world of that five-year-old little angel in Namangan. How did we come from an upbringing where we would cry if a baby swallow fell to the ground, to a point where we cannot protect our own infants and raise monsters in society?

Five years old is an age when one does not yet know what life is, or what evil is. At this age, a child's greatest grief should be a broken toy or a butterfly flying away. But because of the lust of some monster, the entire life, purity, and childhood of a tender soul were burned to ashes. This cruelty is a black stain cast not only on that infant, but on all of humanity, on the face of the nation! The tiny swallow was a symbol of innocent childhood. Today, they broke the wings of that swallow.

Today, I am as bewildered as that five-year-old child again, and I cannot comprehend one thing: how?

How can a human being commit such brutality?! Today, because of the existence of such devils in our society, because we are failing to protect infants, I am ashamed to be a man, and my head is bowed to the ground. It is not just the angel whose honor was violated; today, the conscience of the entire nation was raped. Forgive us, my child... We could not protect you. Remaining silent in the face of this brutality is being complicit in the crime! The monsters must be sentenced to the ultimate punishment, so that the wings of five-year-old swallows on earth are never broken again!