save the children

As a mother myself, its rather difficult for me to imagine another mother’s plight who might have lost her child. in fact i dont even want to imagine that kind of pain. it will be unbearable for me.
But the attack on APS and their brutal slaughtering of approximately 150 children forced me to think otherwise. i thought of the pain the mothers of all the martyred children will go through the rest of the lives. for the next 24 hours i could think of nothing else. And then i started reading about the other victims of this heinous act: children who were still alive but were seriously injured. i started thinking about the pain of their parents, standing beside their child’s bed in hospital, unsure of their child’s future. that was not any less painful to even think about. imagine the uncertainties, the insecurities these parents must have and might still feel. they dont know if their child will live and if will live, will he be able to walk properly or will he ever be able overcome this horrific incident.
i feel goosebumps every time i even start thinking about the pain.
and then each time i cant stop myself think about parents in tharparker where children are dying in front of their parents, in hospital beds due to malnutrition. is it less painful to lose your child in one blow? or to lose your child bit by bit i front of your very own eyes?
every time, i break down into tears because i dont have an answer.

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khoon ke ek ek qatrey ka intiqaam

it was a news i wish i never heard in my life….an incident that would never happen in my utopia of imagination. but its a real world, a world where monsters live disguised as humans and no one is safe. not even young innocent children.
i still cant believe that the sky didnt fall when 6 barbarians entered premises of a school, handpicked children to kill, told them to recite their kalma, fired at their legs first to make sure they suffer as much as possible before dying, shot them on their eyes and head and left them to die. approximately 150 of them.
its a scene right out of a horror movie …. oh i wish it was! because its not. it happened in peshawar in army public school. it actually happened more than 24 hours ago and i still cant believe somebody could actually be so cruel that they could plan and then execute this! they didnt stop even after seeing innocent faces, they didnt stop even after seeing their blood spilled on the floor.
they didnt stop and nearly 150 innocent angels died. they will never go back to their mothers. their mothers will never be able to make their favourite meals for them, will never be able to hug them, will never be able to kiss them goodbye in the morning before school….because they will never go to school again.
everyone was quick to condemn these attacks. Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif went on to say we will avenge for each drop of blood spilled by the terrorists. it sounds good….but is it good enough to comfort the mothers of victims. No, absolutely not!
we, as a nation, need to understand we are all responsible for yesterday’s attacks.
why, you may ask.
Because we supported the jihad movement in the 70’s and 80’s spear headed by zia ul haq.
Because we let the afghani refugees in and never told them to go back.
Because we let those afghani refugees smuggle everything to and from afghanistan from drugs to weapons.
Because we were sympathetic towards Taliban during the 90’s. a large section of the society still is.
Because we thought musharaf was a traitor when he tried to get rid of these terrorists.
Because we actually toppled over musharaf’s government when he took action against these barbaric monsters.
Because we wanted to talk with lunatics who do not understand anything other than bombs and money.
Because we brought someone in power and making him prime minister who calls zia ul haq (the father of these problems) his mentor, by democratically electing him
Because we dont care how many children die as we have an ever imcreasing birth rate (311 children have died only in tharparker in the first 11 months of this year)

The country drowns

For the past few months I was living in a utopia: a place where the main headline at the primetime news is that an undercover reporter has cnfrmd that people are gracious enough to give up their seats for elderly people in trains and the newspaper places the news of a salesgirl to have not been attentive enough to a tourist on the front page. While living here news coming from Pakistan sounds nothing less than news coming from hell.

Over the past few years good news has become more of a luxury for Pakistanis but nothing has been worse than watever has happened over the past one year. can it get any worse? I hope not but I think it would.

We have gone spirally downwards from the country beside India to the country that killed its ex prime minister, from the country that the whole Muslim world looked up to as the ‘leader’ to a country that trained people like Faisal Shahzad who cant even be loyal to their own country and from the country of sports champions to the country of sportsmen who can throw away just about any game for a few thousand dollars. I wish we could get back to those simple times wen people didnt even know Pakistan exits

And then we wonder why people dont want to help the victims of a flood that has drowned one-fifth of the country. Do we need any more reasons? Well, I can give you a few more. The ‘perfect’ record of our President is just one of the many for a start.

If you have read my blog previously, I am sure you have noticed that I am one of the few crazy optimists who still believe there is hope for Pakistan. But with each passing moment, my hope is dwindling. I dont know wat to expect any more.