Letter to Malia Obama about her adamant stance of saving tigers

Important Disclaimer - We live in the hardest and cruelest of times. A world in which the value of humanity has come down drastically. Hundreds and thousands of people die each day in the streets of Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan. And yet, the daughter of the President of USA worries about the endangered species – the fearful tiger.
I told this story of how Malia Obama pleads to her dad about the plight of tigers. In America, this viewpoint is not only appreciated but admired among the millions of people who believe in animal rights. How sweet to have the daughter of the most powerful man on earth worries about tigers. When I told this to children of the same age as Malia in Pakistan, they were simply appalled. Worried faces. They could not believe what they were hearing. A young girl even wrote a letter to Malia. This is the letter she wrote. Don’t know if it ever got to her. But it will remind the world of how children across the world feel about tigers and the jurisdiction of the thoughts of Malia.

Dear Malia,
I looked up the word extinct. It means things that are dying. Thank you for caring about tigers. They are very beautiful. They live on the mountains and are very colorful. I have seen many tigers in zoos in my country. My daddy told me that you really care about dying things. My daddy told me that your daddy is a big man. I saw your daddy on television. He says good things. You have good ideas.
We are of the same age, but we go to different schools. Your school has parks and good teachers. My school is near polluted shops and bomb killed some teachers. School roof taken away. I have one question for you. Do you watch television? Do you read newspapers? Does your daddy value people that die each day in my country? Do you know that entire families have died in my country in just the last five months? My friend's father died of walking to buy fruits. Many graves of children are now in graveyard near my house. These children should be in parks playing. Now they are playing in dirt. Dirt above them. Graveyards of children not good.
Many Army people die fighting your war in Pakistan. But why? My uncle and brother have died as soldiers. They are extinct too like tigers. I hate extinction. I will support your tigers if you support my people. Can you tell your daddy? Would you value Pakistani people as you value Tigers? Will you allow us to live? Would you try to save us? We are becoming extinct. We can read and write. Tigers cannot do that.

I hope that this letter reaches you and that you save people. Tigers are important.
Love your extinct friend
Children of Pakistan

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Children of Dir – my children my death

Today, 122 children were wounded in a ferocious attack on a civilian population. Poor, innocent children were brutally wounded and over 22 killed as a bomb exploded in the Dir district of Pakistan. Fatalities are still to be calculated.
Imagine a world where our children are amputated and buried due to the futile efforts made by government officials to stabilize the growing concerns of safety and law governance. When we bury our children, we bury our future. We bury the deep and inner segments of our soul. There is no antiseptic that can negate the wounds and cure the disease. The ailment has no cure.
But the greatest question is why are we burying our children? We are at war and we have no ideas who are these people and why are they trespassing on our parade. India, USA, Taliban? Give us answers. I have buried too many loved ones to know the difference between love and hate.
If we are strong within and keep our head up high and speak up, we can change the environment. We can try to manipulate the consequences of fate and give birth to new ideas and segments. We as a nation nee to grow accustomed to changing our pattern and our leaders.
We are all now being tempted. We need to fear the unknown. We need to dig deep and realize who sold us and at what price. The instabilities have left us to wonder about our food and our children. Like rats in a tunnel that forgets the surroundings and the odor and only worry about survival. And in this turmoil, people take advantages. PPP or PML are both traitors to the people. They have let children of Pakistan die.
DAWN today gave names of the Black water soldiers who have died. In our paper, in our language. What about the names of the 122 beautiful bodies and soul who had to witness such a tragic incident. Imagine what we could and would have done if it were our children. Is this the Pakistan we believe in. is this the dreams of our Quiad. I will do jihad of the pen. I will write till I bleed. I have written to stone my heart’s content. We are all traitors. Each day someone dies. Each day we forget.
Peace is the only solution. Tell the enemies of this nation that we will beat them through economic progress and maintain stability of our pride and our convictions. These are not negotiable. There is no turning back. We do not have a price.
I wonder how the politicians and beracracy have ruined this nation and have galvanized this nation into this perplexed state of affairs. Have they no common knowledge that without this existence, their leadership roles will be depleted. Have they forgotten that nations are wiped off the surface once leaders like them come to surface?
For the children that have died today in Dhir. I salute them and pray to them for their souls. I write this poem for them. If my politicians are asleep and my people are dead in silence, this pen will write on. This pen will bear witness that you were our future. My future.
How many burials does this nation need?
How many loved ones will we kiss away to dirt?
My future buried beneath rubble
Fragile hands of today carrying the dead bodies of our tomorrows
Our today crying in pain
As our leaders, politicians and bureaucracy basking in scintillated glory
They have sold our nation
Our pride and our honor
Scoundrels haunt us down
Terrorism attacks kill us daily
Drone fired targets burn our homes
Within the ghastly images
I see faces of my children calling me for safety
I smell the flowers of my land being burnt
I inhale the fumes of death as I walk aimlessly into silence
Today, I remain
But what for?
My tomorrows are gone
And my past a culmination of my silence and my trepid emotions
Oh Dhir
We have buried you too!

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Poem for Karachi Martyrs

Dear Enemies of Peace,
How dare you bombard my people on the most delicate and remarkable days of our faith. Before you bombed the procession, did you even realize that the procession was in the name of the grandson of the greatest man on Earth? This procession was to salute the greatest martyrdom in the history of the world. You have not killed peace; you have deleted it from the annals of Pakistan history. I am a Sunni but love all elements of my beloved Hazrat Ali, Hazrat Hussain. To me, today, someone took the initiative and killed my prestige and honor. They have violated my peace. For the martyrs of Karachi, I write this poem


The procession of the grandson of the greatest man on earth
You bombed it and shattered our trust, loyalty and faith
Martyred many in this inhuman act of violence
Burnt down Karachi as if it was just bark
Destroyed our sanctity and our benevolence
Yet you forget
We are martyrs the day we were born
We will march on with our songs, love and understanding
Long after you have died and rusted in the sun
Our children will tell stories of our victory
And your pyrrhic losses
Time will write you as a devil
History will convey your disasters to generations
You will die a million deaths
And hell is your abode

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Afghanistan Refuge Crisis and the Deobandi School of thought

Pakistan is going through one of the most difficult times. The political system is incomplete decay. The NRO has not been completely banished and criminals are still free. What can one say regarding the leadership steering this country into further chaos and doom. In times like these, one only wonders when his or her time will come. People ask me when I would be leaving this country. The answer to this is scarier than the reality that abides in this country. If I choose to leave this country now, I've made a choice of burying my past, present and even future. I would let go of a Pakistan that I actually want. There is no respite anywhere one goes.
This article is to shed light on some of the elements of political jurisdiction that many of you might not even have fathomed. One of the greatest tragedies that are barbaric leader General Zia Ul Haque administered during his president ship was allowing millions of refugees to invade Pakistan. This has led to a mass exodus of human mind set and people migrating into the veneers of Pakistan. I'm talking about more than 3 million a fund refugees have settled into Pakistan. Kindly refer to http://jrs.oxfordjournals.org/cgi/content/abstract/21/1/43 for further details regarding the atrocities and ill managed migration of people.
Imagine three new million people coming into your country without any unique representation, financial goods, opportunity, and any respect for your political system. These were people who feared slaughter and decided to volt out of anguished and torn Afghanistan. Pakistan was their haven. The kindest country that would house them till date. And what have they done as gratitude of our love and affection? They have sided with India, turning away the Kabul River, drowning our financial sectors by penetrating into them and creating havoc. This Pakistan was for the Punjabi, Sindhi, Balochi and proud Pakhtoons. They are not for the migrated asses who have forgotten the love and passion of this country. http://unido.org.pk/unhcr/about.htm report will tell you of the blessings and the god gifted neighbor that the afghan refugees had. Without us, they would have died in the cold brazen winters. But what have they offered us as they returned back? No tower of love and understanding? No remorse as they infiltrate our soil and ambush our children?
Hundreds and thousands of Afghans fled the correct system thanks due to the Deobandi movement that incorporated the children into the madrassas and then taught them the wrong Islamic values. After the fatal education of explicit homicide and wrong teachings of Islam, these afghan children were again sent back to Afghanistan to shoot out the so called devil. The circle of life started by the profound determination of one of the most corrupt and devastatingly convulsive Islamic organizations that was created by Indian intelligence.
And instead of thanking the Pakistan government and taking pride in accepting that they were fed and properly taken care of during their worst days, they turn around and shake hands with our worst enemy India? And this to a nation that took their 3 million families into our own hands and given them the opportunity of a lifetime. And the return is that their forefathers and their countrymen surround us and attack us? Is this the payback after years of sacrifice that we gave for and to them? We do not want neighbors such as them? We never accept neighbors that actually take refuge with India.
Our people in our communities need to understand that one of the worst disasters that this country performed is open the Afghan Pandora box. Taliban’s are just an off shoot of the madarasas schools taught by Deobandi school of thought. If Taliban’s are just some of the segments of the Deobandi school of thought, we must ask ourselves what kind of teachers are they? In his book Jihad, Gilles Kepel clearly orchestrates the devastation and moral destruction that the Deobandi school of thought have placed on the afghan refugees taken during the refugee years.

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How Imanae our princess bought us together

Imanae bought us together

Another silent Saturday and the traffic keep on saturating the empty roads. People hustling back home and a few of us stand together on liberty chow to protest against the brutal attack on our little princess IMane. Friends and family all joined together to distribute pamphlets, papers and even stickers to the masses. We have been extremely successful in our continuous support and gather together. I have met some fascinating people over the course of our silent protest. People from all different walks of life joined together by a common goal. Malpractice has to end. This is the rudimentary disease killing us all. This has affected every single person and will be a catalyst if this is not stopped.
I met Aqeel again and was completely baffled to know that the police department did not take heed and rested the case. Lahore high court demanded for an update and there was none. The newspapers and online editions all covered the same headline. The police sold their hearts and souls and negated their duty. The police department stated the wrong criminal offense and did not present the entire case to the high court. After this unnecessary delay was communicated to the High court, the police team was immediately transferred and another police team has now given the case.
Morality is a lost cause in this country. With such a princess dead, you would expect that the police department who have their own children would cope and fathom what we all are going through. People would realize the impact and the loss of life. It is so heart breaking to know how we have lost hope and desire in this fatal blow. People cannot let dreams of their future die. Yet the police department wrongly accused the doctors hospital, delayed the investigation and then escaped by simple transfer.
Is this the Pakistan we have longed to build? How can we build morality? Justice is such a virtue that is seems to be hidden beneath the veneers of corruption and deceit. I long for the day when the hospital and its administration will be behind bars. Without bail. Without the hope that they will survive. Our princess is no longer with us but we need to keep on fighting. We need more people to volunteer and come to terms that this is a fight for our children. Yours and mine. And Imanae is leading the way. Look at us. Fighting our cause. Lets be motivated and keep our faith. We have a long journey ahead. The tears of our souls will not rust.
Imagine the pain we grow through. The jungle is full of corrupt politicians, police officers and then heaping the dirt is the foul play of people. Yet our dreams and ambitions will stand the test of time. We will win this for Imanae.

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What kind of breed are these politicans ?

We kept the president of Pakistan in prison for many years and no final verdict came to closure. Some say that bail was granted and some indicate that the cases were dropped. In some corridors, people emphasize on the slow pace of justice in this part of the world. Irrespective of the outcomes and the results construing, one man was charged and placed in jail. The system had ample time to forlorn and maintains closure. This was not made possible. No one questions this perspective? Why a man is twice tried in his life? What consequences rule out the closure of justice once and for all? This is the same stance by the current Prime Minister of Pakistan. He is ruling out the verdict by clearly stating that the president testified against the cases and no outcome took place. So why to be placed into the same fate again? Where was the system when he was on trial and in jail. Why are keeping his life in the hands of the same system that will neither reward or penalize? Years spent in jail without meaning and remorse. Is this what we will expect?
The real issue is of morality. This is something we direly lack. They say that the foundation is built by mothers. Well, let’s examine our mothers. Our mothers lie, steal, connive, blatantly negate the truth and bewilder life itself. No one can come against their mothers but what occurs is a part of our daily lives. Every time someone calls and wants to speak to someone in the house and the person is present, we still ay” he or she is not at home”. Well this is the calculated response of our mothers that things are ok if we scrap it as a white lay. Our mothers tell us that fair-play is not profitable. I asked ten mothers who was Ayesha and her relationship with the Prophet and I got different answers. Is this the muslims we are generating?
Imagine the type of mothers that have created the type of ministers that do not resign irrespective of black-and-white evidence. What breed of children is reproducing today? The fruit seller’s measure using pebbles and our police officers take continuous and illegal amount of money to pursue cases. This is a country where billions of dollars have been spent on the refugee camps where the natural disaster took place and yet the devastation still remains. People have not been given their dues. This is a country where the people of Baluchistan still suffer from no availability of gas and they are the producers of it. This is a country that ships their best fruits and leaves behind the rotten and grade 2 elements for us to eat. This is a country where ministers can stop traffic and pass along where ambulances wait. Is this sanity? Is this the elements of our future?
Our mothers have cradled our politicians and leaders. A complete system of buffoons and culprits. Is this the monsters these mothers produce? Where have we failed?
I beg of the mothers today to stop teaching hatred, conspiracies and even jealousy among people. Let us control our future with dignity and pride.

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The have and the Have nots

Ever wonder at the financial difference in this society?
Our one tank filling is equivalent to the salaries we distribute to our drivers.
Our monthly bread, egg, butter, sugar and rice accumulative are equal to the entire salary that we distribute to our maids and cooks.
Our monthly electricity bill amount is equivalent to the entire family support of 5 living in the most rural areas.
The food that we typically throw away the children of our country search for it in rubble
The school fees of our children could teach 500 students in the rural areas

With such major variances, I wonder when will the revolution begin? The poor are silent. The rich are magnifying their wealth. I wonder how this will last and till what time. We all need to comprehend how this society began. People do not want to hear the truth. I live in a posh neighborhood. And one of the reasons why is that I lived abroad for many years and took that money to construct my home and bought my cars. My neighbor is a customer inspector. His official salary is 23,000 Rs. Yet he drives very expensive cars and entertains lavishly. He smiles when I ask how we garnered such wealth. Another neighbor of mine works in WAPDA as a meter reader. These are the same people that have bicycles and check meters. His son drives a Mercedes. Imagine where the money is coming from. This is not just here but in all neighborhoods. Why are we silent?

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Faces We Have Left Behind

Amputated bodies lying in the rubble
Scared faces massacred in the diminishing lights of defeat
All of these fragmented ligaments had my resemblance
Eyes of my life shattered in the dusty nemesis
My palpating heart ripped open in the apocalyptic reaction of insanity
Camouflaged men self destructing themselves
Burying my loved ones in tears of remorse
What have we done?
Who is this enemy?
I have died too many times
In the once hustling and bustling streets of Peshawar
In the long queues in front of the bank in Rawalpindi
In the mosques of my city
In the parks of Quetta
To the shopping centers of Lahore
They have killed my innocence, soul, integrity, speech, ambition
And now my silence.

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Medical Malpractice is a silent killer

I recently had the opportunity of meeting Aqeel the father of Imanae who recently succumbed to death due to dire malpractice at the Doctors Hospital. His entire family is on a rampage against the institution and the very principles of immoral medical conduct. Being a victim of this nemesis myself, I realized the pain and anguish that this family was going through. The detrimental difference between the death of Imanae and the hundreds and thousands of others who have died because of mismanagement and malpractice is that the family took the stand against this evil. No one has been able to successfully launch a campaign against the Doctors, hospitals, nurses and especially the institutional management. Times are now changing. A family has finally stood up against the prosperous and indigenous management would have been extremely successful in constructing more stories at the cost of deceiving millions from all people alike.
It is a known fact that the healthcare industry and the quality of Medicare is directed proportional to the economic and social well-being of that nation. Nations that have placed their future in ensuring lives have given birth to new technologies. Technologies that speed up diagnosis and eliminates or at least drastically reduces the human error. The greatest battle lies within the realm of diagnosis. The objective of life and death revolves around the basic understanding of what the doctor perceives at that given time. Human atrophy is caused by the wrong perception and understanding of Doctors all across the world. The only difference is that in Pakistan there is no checking balance. There is no institution that governs the moral and social obligations that Doctors have to this nation and its people. And if there is such a thing as an institution than it is not executing and monitoring its domain. A dead dog is simply of no use to its master. And this is a very similar scenario of Pakistan's medical industry.
“I pledge to shut down the institution that has given my daughter that was caused because of simple negligence” speaks out Aqeel. His voice completely shattered by the turmoil that he is gone through over the last 10 days. He has lost his only daughter to the hands of one of the most corrupt and unchecked institutions of this land.
“We have spoken to the chief minister and believe that case will be immediately taken up” speaks the grandfather of the three-year-old that died tragically in the hands of her father. The father has recently started a major and massive campaign against Doctors hospital. He is also set up a portal http://www.imanae.co.uk/ so that the world can realize and feel the pulsation of a dying heart. One cannot even start imagining how one can even out live an incident like this. How can you be prepared to bury your only angel because some nurse gave the wrong injections? Where else in the world to children as adorable as this one die? Where else in the world do quacks practice so openly? Where else in the world does medicine have so many different types of quality? Where else in the world do you see millions of people silent as they bury their loved ones?
My father also died because of malpractice in this country. He was a professor. Many of the current political brass and bureaucracy prowess have been taught by him. I will always have impressible memories of my father. He was one of the few foreign teachers that decided to come back and serve this nation. And yet, he died because doctors at Punjab Cardiology gave him the wrong injection.
These are just not numbers. These are dreams, ambitions, and hopes that have died and have been buried deep within our own lives. These are faces that we will always be in search of. These are hands and smiles we will be forever in need of. These are loved one that we will cherish till our own last breath.
People tend to forgive god as one buries ones loved ones. This is the plagiarizing defeat of life. One has to come to terms with it. But without reason and rhyme, this is insanity. Hundreds of people die in the medical hospitals today, no doctor or staff has been reprimanded. Nothing has come to date. I admire Aqeel and his bravery. He has given meaning to the long journey that no one was ready to take on. With such dilemma against one, one takes to a simpler and calmer road.
Today, many are with Aqeel. I guess many are with him because they are fighting their own battle. They are in search of peace with their own souls and the injustice that took place. Justice is blind. But so is malpractice.

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A poem for Imanae

Imanae - Our princess

Angels go to heaven. Only a place as beautiful as heaven could cater to smiles so vibrant and laughter so magnificent. Maybe heaven loves children. Maybe heaven rejoices on seeing such animated characters pursue the rivulets and the ever changing butterflies. Question is never their presence in heaven but how they got there. Unfortunate incidents of fate, unforgettable mistakes and sometimes divine intervention all leave behind answers of how our children moved on to the heavens. But this incident alludes to the disorder and mismanagement of the medical industry in Pakistan.
Imanae is no more with us. She was a lovely soul and the heartbeat of her father. You can see pictures of her and her family at http://www.imanae.co.uk/images.html. Simply glimpsing at her pictures brought tears to my eyes. I would have loved to meet her. And listen from her the stories of snowmen, daffodils and even nursery rhymes. I am sure her father loved her voice and her sounds.
What hurts me the most is that my daughter is her age. I could almost anticipate them being friends. But one of the little angels are no with us. She died tragically at Doctors Hospital Lahore due to malpractice and mismanagement. She is a part of the long and tedious number of poor individuals who lost their life due to the maltreatment of doctors in Pakistan.
Since the inception of Pakistan, the doctors and nurses have enjoyed certain repute in the market. They have been extremely successful in camouflaging their mistakes with the veneers of religious jargon. Internet has played a pivotal part in releasing construed information regarding diseases, ailments and treatments. Even the laymen now search and calculate the variance between practice and medical excellence.

Where there are no rules of check and balance, these doctors will perform surgeries and medical treatments without realizing the repercussions. They are completely void of the nemesis effects of their actions and plans. My mother had a towel left in her stomach during her stomach operation. And my father died while given a wrong injection at Punjab Institute of Medical Sciences. And later wrong and immoral behavior of Doctors Hospital cost him his life. I have buried my father like Imanae father buried her. We have left our loved ones to dirt.
I had the pleasure of talking with Aqeel the father of the princess. I salute and admire his journey towards completely shutting down Doctors Hospital and also taking a stance against malpractice. I and others will join him till death for a cause that has made us suffer so much so long. People forget how beautiful fathers and daughters are till they are long gone.
In Pakistan, I am not fruitful of any verdicts. This is a nation of bastard politicians and foul play. Maybe if the daughters of the president, prime ministers and chief ministers are given wrong injections, they will realize the after effects. Maybe that day a resolution will be passed. Maybe that day, we can be assured that no one will die because of a doctors' wrong verdict. And till that day, Aqeel and many many others will fight this war. If you have any comments or cases against Doctors Hospital, please contact the website - http://www.imanae.co.uk.

A poem for Imanae

Your face speaks a million tunes
I would have loved to cradle you in peace and love
Hold you and tell you stories of life and spirit
Yet I see you dancing in heaven
I am sorry I could not defeat the corrupt governance of Pakistan
I am sorry I could not give you processes and safety
I am sorry I could not whisper you tunes
And give you parks to play in
But I promise you
You will live longer than my generations
Your spirit will be remembered time and time again
Fathers like me will love daughter like you
Even when we are no longer alive
So as you look down upon us from heaven
And smile
We are working hard
To commit our promise to you
No more children will die without reason
We will bring back smiles to our generations lips
We will bring back the spirit of our daughters
We will bring back the life that we wanted you to live

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Poem for the children who have died in Islamabad

She holds me tight
At the gates of her school
Armed military personal monitoring how a father kisses his daughter goodbye
Weren’t these soldiers to be deployed at the borders?
Shouldn’t the teachers be receiving my little princess?
She does not let go
Something deep within her
Tells her to hold on tight
Her eyes glistering with freight, despair and guilt
An inner reflection of my soul and identify
I look at people around me
The lurid clouds of a nemesis
Shadowing our future and our potential prosperity

October 27, 2009 – when terrorist attached Islamabad

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Crippled, molested and hunger driven children of tomorrow

The Internet never stops at amazing me. It always provides me with statistics and analysis of the most obscure and defeated purposes of life. Just recently, I was image googling for “Pakistani children” on the Web. Horrifying pictures of our beautiful children popped up on every single page that I clicked on. Each picture had moribund eyes and perturbed faces alluring the insanity and devastation that we often forget in our lives. Hundreds of pictures of broken down dreams, ambushed aspirations and convoluted ambitions. If hope had a graveyard these faces would have been tombstones.

Is this what the world sees? Images of our children begging for food outside of American trucks filled with rice and wheat. Crowded rooms of children that have not been fed washed and clothes for days. Innocent hands holding guns and aiming at the skies. Children weeping as they sit patiently in wired camps awaiting their return home. Is this the images that the world sees each day of my future generation? If you do not believe me, the images and the stories are just a click away. Let the pictures entice you with gruesome and malignant thoughts. Sallow complexion of our children demonstrates to you the damage we have done by our beleaguered policies and futile processes.

Though these pictures cannot speak any language or cry out their deaths, they still speak volumes of the deplorable condition of the social and moral fabric instilled in this nation. These images bemoan the tragedies of what lies ahead. According to a recent survey from the UN, more than half of the children of Pakistan are fighting common diseases and malnutrition aftermaths. Why are we all silent? This narcoleptic behavior of the governments, civil and human rights can’t continue. I write because those faces resemble the smile embarked on the petal lips of my daughter. The glow in their eyes formulates a similar romance as I look into the scintillating eyes of my princess. My daughter bathes from water from the same rivulets that pass through our cities and breathes from the same air that remains captivated within the boundaries of Pakistan. How can I let them perish into abyss? How can we have the world describe these lost souls as the future of Pakistan?

I then typed American children and wonderful pictures of love, understanding and smiles take a front stance. Hundreds of pictures of families, schools and joy are all approved pictures on the Google page. Is this America?
Generations of tomorrow will remind us each day of our faults and silence. I am a father of the children of tomorrow. I owe it to my daughter to give her an aspiring and promising Pakistan. So, I write and create a think tank. Kindly do refer to my think tank survey on what do we really do for poor and hunger driven children. The survey is on the bottom right hand corner. Kindly do vote.

Are parents like me ready to make a difference? Can we parents unite and remind the communities to stop littering on the streets and feed the children that are playing aimlessly in the garbage. Will we be resolute and communicate with fierce and vengeance to the department of child labor, health and social welfare that we need to know the vision and game plan for elevating hunger and remorse. There is a pill available for the migraines of these children and that is love. Care to share a little. I would want someone to throw my daughter a blanket if she was tired, lost, hungry and cold on a winter night and Pakistan. Wouldn’t you?

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Another bombing of a mosque in the Northern Areas

Irrespective of the variances in ideology and the hatred that one possesses, damaging and deleting innocent people from the surface of this Earth is not only evil but the most inhuman act that one can fathom. Alongside this, these brutalities have the source being blown up into pieces as well. What hatred and animosity comes from innocent killings? I can so far acknowledge the target aspect of shootings to the degree that you know whom you want to fight with but random acts of terror is a result of a social and moral decay in society. External elements play a pivotal part and ruin the lives of millions of people.
Hope is a wonderful ingredient and a gift of god. But we relentlessly have given it up. We can no longer take this and prostrate to our Lord hoping that this time around we go home and visit our families. This is not the life we need to life. This is not the realm of our goals. We have dreams embarked on our petal roads. Who damaged the streets and broke our windows and doors open? Who took away from my children their hopes and anticipations?
Can we finally say No to this! Can we finally come up with a solution to end all of this? Iwish that the children that we bury were from both sides. Maybe then one can realize the importance of a loved one. A loved one.

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