I would like to see the Raheem Yar Khan one.
Obama is just as guilty as Netanyahu. Fed up with him sugarcoating shit.
Hell on earth, Gaza, Palestine.
Back in school I remember thinking “How did Hitler get over 6 million people to follow along blindly and not fight back?” Then I realised I’m watching the world walking the same path now.
The founder of Pakistan, Muhammad Ali Jinnah
Oh, Quaid-e-Azam. You remain alive in our hearts. And, as long as I know, we aren’t going to give up on Pakistan.
I was in the college - first year - when I really thought about it. When seeing Zardari’s face in the presidential office boiled my blood and PPP’s pitiful strategy for reigning was based solely on sympathy vote and playing with the nation’s emotions, I wondered why the hell do we have to stand for such a president and such a low government whose judiciary is just as much of a joke. I thought we could do something. I mean, together, we can do anything. I thought, what if we stop doing what we were doing. What if we jam the entire traffic. The government would have to step down. What if we all put our foot down for not taking any more of their crap from these liars and their empty empty promises.
“Kya hua hai abhi?” I ask my brother about the azadi dharna in Islamabad.
I log unto a news page and he tunes into a news channel.
Imran Khan calls for country-wide civil disobedience.
I am not in college anymore. And I had surrendered to whatever government that takes over with their pathetic excuse of being our leaders. I would just shrug to who ever is our president - I’m talking about you, Mr.Mamnoon Hussain - or what part of the city is uprooted to make the majestic “jangla bus” route. I mean, what gives. But as I listen to Imran Khan’s address, one more time, blaring from our television screens I have a number of feelings affiliated with it. I am curious to what is next, I am afraid to believe that it our future will ever change, I am afraid to believe because if I do, it’s gonna hurt alot more yet I want to believe and dream, because hell yes, that is what has always made the difference.
This post is dedicated to the change that we are too afraid to surrender to.
The temperature is 31’C. It was 29’C last night. Did I think it was possible, in the proud month of August, in Multan? No sir. But it was beautiful. Was. Is. There was wind, cloud laden skies and perfect lighting for a frenzied photographer to go on a photo spree (read: me). The sun is out today, not very harsh but it marks its presence with a loud glare now and then. Thank God, for the lovely, lovely weather.
My brother and I put some green and white colored jhandiyaan in the front yaad. Deeply reminiscent of our yester-years; in enthusiastic preparation for the Independence Day.
Going to tune into Radio Pakistan for that anthem.
Jab tak hai ye duniya baqi, hum dekhain azaad
Hum dekhain azaad tujhe
Pakistan, meri jaan.
The time of the year when everything Pakistani gives me unadulterated goosebumps. Bus, sab khair ho jaye.
(shake head) So kya scene hai? The government is blocking exits and entries to the cities to stop the PTI ka jalsa from gathering in the capital?
[What the beep? : in response to the section 144 imposed in Isloo. ]
Remember that there’s someone out there waiting for words to relate to, anything that makes sense. And we need to get your words to them. The most wonderful feeling in the world is the feeling of relation. Not everyone will get what you say but someone will and that someone is the person who needs it the most.
The reason why I write.
Shukariya for this post.
Go read this. It’s really important.
Be kind to one another.
With power comes responsibility. Share/post wisely online. People are not things. They are human beings. Treat each other with respect.
And it rains. The weather broke a spell. Multan glistens in the falling rain. This man on the motorbike, with his earphones plugged in and mouthing the words to the song without a care in the world. It felt like eid today. Everybody out and cheerful. I can’t remember the last time it rained so much that it could soak. Thank God for this.