War is not for poor Pakistan

Wars have been fought in open grounds and nuclear bombs have devastated nations. Peace has nurtured friendships and tranquility has brought forth smiles on the faces of the generations of tomorrow. Both extremes have kept humanity at a standstill. Anticipating tomorrow, we live for today. And as we dig deeper into history and learn more about the facts of mankind, we could to realize that emotions and misunderstandings have created long standing wounds to cultures, communities and nations. History will educate us of how the world keeps on our toes. People and processes have also changed the very direction of nations. We have lived to read about stories of Stalin, Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King. We are living in a world where we have witnessed the war on Iraq, bombings in Afghanistan and a war of terrorism in Pakistan that is seamlessly moving on till infinity.
Children of war have had irreversible scars that have outlived them. Ask any old person who witnessed the nuclear explosion of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Google will give you millions of hits of records regarding lost lives in Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan. Images of faces that would be nothing more than a click to the next image. But for us, these images have the faces of our children, parents, sisters and our friends. Images that we have now transferred to the blind winds of dirt and buried them deep within the hearts. The only testament of their existence is their grave clearly stating the innocence that has died in our nation.
Question that has been playing havoc among many in Pakistan is that who created this image of Pakistan. Who wrote in stone this disastrous verdict of the current and future sentiments of Pakistan? My nation questions itself who placed us in this situation? Who gave us this dark future? What have we done? Who sold the spirit and caliber of this nation?
I graduated from one of the most prestigious institutions of Pakistan and had the pleasure of studying in the west. Coming back to Pakistan, I searched for the friends I had met along the way of my educational career. All the scholars who were lucky to enter medical college are all abroad servicing the top hospitals of America and Canada. The talented mathematicians graduated with MBA’s from Harvard and MIT and now working in the top banks around the world. Only the businessmen who could not have sold their worth are here and keep on wondering how to diversify and leave this nation. I know of many manufacturing giants who have sold and ready running gas stations in Canada. The brain drain of Pakistan has eaten up this nation since its inception. But who allowed this cataclysmic reaction? Why are our scholars assisting the development of others and all we do is wonder who will create this nation?
Recently, the government of Pakistan has levied a 30% additional tax increase to all tax payers for swat. I have paid over 0.5 million rupees. And I am just one among millions who pay legal tax money. But with the inflation and the price increases, I need to come to terms that this is not only unfair but suicide with the nation. What happened to the millions of rupees that the Supreme Court has declared against the corrupt officials? Why has not one been hanged? Why not one single paisa has be given back?
As a nation, we need to comprehend with a full heart the current situation of this land. My daughters asked me what created the sound when Model Town was ripped into shreds. She could not see my tears. I wish she would never see them. I wish she would never tell her children that Pakistan is at war.
I among millions want answers. Who are the Taliban’s? The non state elements? I have never done anything bad to any person, culture or communities to see my nation burn like this? How can you sell your own home? Who wrote this history for us?

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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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