Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif in a meeting with political parties at the PM House in Islamabad via Tribune.com.pk
Look at the picture of Mr.Jinnah. Do you ever feel a lump caught in your throat? That of sheer sadness because of gravity of the relentless situation? I do. I feel that lump every time I see a picture of Mr.Jinnah and I compare it with the leaders that we have of today. It kicks my emotional gut with an utmost penetrating blow. I wish he could have stayed longer with us. Anyway, what is, is. I keep a reminder - whenever I begin to surrender to the political crisis and drama - I look and it and tell myself why it is worth looking forward, why it is worth rubbing my nose raw, why it is worth living here because, Pakistan.
What. What. What.
Just conclude already. We do not need any bloodshed, any more.
Capital under scrutiny and alarm.
'Some nomads are at home everywhere. Others are at home nowhere, and I was one of those'
I am still somewhere between Alice Springs and the Indian Ocean. Fantastic film, this.
vardadar said: Mehreen! I've been stalking you :P I read all about your NERC adventures. Look at it that way. There is always next time and life has better things waiting :) <3
Oh, my. Your message made my day. It is always such a pleasure to know that someone read what I wrote. And I, fondly, wrote about NERC as you must have noticed from my outpour; the piece had to be divided into three parts so that it didn’t look like a tiny novella.
The NERC experience is revered by me. It hit me good but heck, what is life if the road is smooth and there are no challenges? I am ready for more. Boogie woogie!
Hope you are doing well.
Slough Creek. photo by nick hopper
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.