Kausar Parveen struggles through tears as she remembers the blood-soaked pants of her 9-year-old son, raped by a religious cleric. Each time she begins to speak, she stops, swallows hard, wipes her tears and begins again. The boy fidgets with his scarf and looks over at his mother. "Did he touch you?' He nods. "Did he hurt you when he touched you?" ''Yes," he whispers. "Did he rape you?" He buries his face in his scarf and nods yes.