Exploiting the murder of Altantuyaa Shariibuu

Though I promised to provide my analysis on the likely motives behind the Altantuyaa Shariibuu’s murder, I realize after reading the various articles (including my many posts on it) that I would probably need a book to cover what I want to present to you.

Obviously that’s not practical as it would take ages to complete my wannabe ‘Magnum Opus’, so I’ll have to do it gradually part by part, post by post.

The murder of a mother is always a tragedy but when the murder is exploited by political expediencies, that catastrophic blow continues to ravage every living member she left behind for unnecessary long periods.

Such has been the unthinking evil of people who deliberately capitalize on her untimely death for their selfish political interests that I pen Murdering Altantuyaa Shaariibuu Again at my other blog, where I spoke for her as follows:

As I journey through the darkness of cold oblivion
Borne on the back of Shava to meet his master
Assigned to Samsara by cruel nefarious forces
Which ended my karmic forces violently, abruptly

In my odyssey, wandering by the woeful Acheron
Was there a time when I had felt soothing voices
To comfort me amidst my lonely pains and fears
Yes I do, only from the One who is fragrant Pure

But the loudest noises are they calling for ‘justice’
Though, I smile cynically, ‘twas not meant for me
Their shrill proclamations & belated outrage (sigh)
Startled even great Gujir Tngri and the 77 siqar

Grandstanding acrobatics, their excuse to dispense
With all norms, purportedly all for me (wry smile)
I must confess I view with scepticism and distaste
As I would professional chest-pounding mourners

Gnashing Colgate mint-flavoured peroxide-d teeth
Wretchedly wringing manicured Ulan oiled hands
Shedding date-expired plastic bags of lo-salt tears
Proclaiming to be 11th hour paragons of ‘justice’

Even Ataya Tngri rolled his ancient eyes upwards
While Emegelji Eji cackled with caustic laughter
The ancient pair could see abacus shaped hearts
Clicking furiously and shaming Casio calculators

By sheer speed of their computation of advantage
What to extract, exploit, extricate from my name
Squeezing the very last speck of desiccated blood
From my hyper cold shattered fragments of bones

Eager hands raided the ossuary for me to be laid
As stepping stones for the progress of a demigod
On Ardha-Matanga, 4 tasks & seven white trunks
Saluting Brahma, walking to Amarawati by a lake

As the pseudo-pious pirouetting pachyderm crushes
What little good left of my name, what trust exists
In my family’s hope for requital of my cruel murder
I realize those raucous battle cries were not for me

Summoned by conjured justice to now serve Fenrir
To break asunder Gleipnir but only with my death
Re-evoked, for my soul to be murdered a 2nd time
To satiate the burning thirst of Angrboda’s 1st child

This continuous murder of Altantuyaa by Malaysian politicians had/have only prolonged the torment and mourning of her family especially her father, poor Shariibuu Setev (Steve).

And the ‘other side’ of course countered the attack on them through the exploitation of Altantuyaa’s murder with equally unscrupulous tales that only those who loved fabricated stories (like those lies about Lim GE’s son) could come up with, such as those of Altantuyaa being an immoral woman etc, which have only further punished and tortured her family.

All these lamentable Malaysian cruelty has been caused by the political overlay, that has unfortunately for her family worsened the sad tragedy.

I came by the Altantuyaa's story quite late, but nonetheless was struck with immense sadness by the murder of a mother. Her children will grow up but only with memories of her, because they can never see her again.

I was compelled to write something in memory of her (before the above criticism of Malaysian politicians) which I titled Remembering Altantuyaa Shaariibuu

I am the Golden Beam*, from
The land of steppes, come to
The South Seas to Malaysia
called the Mountains of Asia

* Altantuyaa = Golden Beam

‘Twas no Shambula as promised
But of evil Gehanna, sent there
By C-4, 1.34 times more powerful
Than C6H2(NO2)3CH3, or TNT

In that shattering blast, in a tick
Golden Beam* I was no more
But thousands shattered shards
Of tears, blood, and deep regrets

Never to see my children again
Where I am I have met Erlig Qan
But I am not yet ready to submit
To his reign until I taste justice

Oh, if only I can quench my thirst
To drink sweet requital, my due
Against unimaginable evil cruelty
Just a wee sip from across the Styx

Will the Heavens sense my sorrow
My wail of uncompromising pain
At the loss of not just my young life
But treasured sight of loved ones

O, Sulde Tngri, Dayicin Tngri and
Gesar Khan, I offer thee, Holy Triad
Votive arca or juniper branches &
Berries, & kuji the sweetest incense

I pray, let they who judge be brave
Resolute and just, and not render
My tormented soul to wander in
Perpetual odyssey, sans retribution

I yearn to return home soon to rest
Among the elm-trees and willows
To hear the larks trill their sweet
Songs over the endless steppes

Please, let me gaze once more at the
White snow cap of Nayramadlin Orgil
Then I'll know I'm home once again
To close my tired eyes as Golden Beam*

My good friend Susan Loone was kind enough to post ‘Remembering Altanuyaa Shariibuu’ in her blog.

Then she informed me she showed a copy of it to Steve Shariibuu (the father) when he came to Malaysia. He was pleased with my ode for her and said he would have it published in a Mongolian newspaper.

Yes, I wish for the soul of Altantuyaa to return home where she can see the white snow cap of Nayramadlin Orgil, to then rest among the elm-trees and willows, and close her tired eyes while listening to the larks trill their sweet songs over the endless steppes.

To be continued ….