eighteen hundred kilometers

This week was long. Longer I think. But it went quick. Truth is, time was just normal. But what’s importance is to recognize the events and what happened. Today has been very bloody. Bloody has sort of become a theme in what I post. I can’t not talk about what happened. What happens.

Today Jinnah’s Residency was blown up. A rocket was fired and the house caught fire. A lump got caught in my throat. Of disgust, sadness, perplexity and confusion. More of sadness and questions. Why. Why. And another why. And a policeman was killed in the attack. Couldn’t really protect our founder’s house. I know, freaking easier said than done, but what kind of a nation in this anyway? What kind of dirt is this that we all, always, get caught up in?

Quetta’s blasts today: 14 students killed. Those people are now dead. Life here is cheap. Like water, blood. And hatred everywhere.

I’ll tell you what it feels like. It feels like another bloody promise. Bloody. Bloody. Bang bang. Shot dead. This is the promise.

When I woke up in the morning to see my screen flashing the news of the PTI leader Zahra Hussain, being shot dead in Karachi, I felt no words, nothing is going to change. She is dead. The woman was shot dead.

Let’s rewind a bit. Take Friday. A bomb blows up 13 people in a masjid. A masjid. There is blood on the floor and there is blood everywhere. Misery. Hatred. Blood. I see the future now.

Kyun nahi ye khoon rukta? When will this end? Or does it end with us?

Head down in despair and shame. I’m sorry. No words can comfort. Bhai boht ho gaya. Boht zayada hogaya hai. And where ever you bleeding pieces of crap of murderers are - know this that you’re gonna rot, if not today phir kal tu zaroor.

I’m out.

Go Karachi Go. The whole Pakistan is watching you #StampOnBat #NofearKHI

— PTI (@PTIofficial)

May 11, 2013

Thursday and Friday are officially off in the country. There is just one thing on in our minds, on our tongues and in our discussions: the elections.

The city is filled with balconies and rooftops supporting the fluttering flags of the their respective beloved political party. It is intense, it is passionate and yet it is scary.

I have a feeling that PML-N will sweep the elections but I shudder to think that. I need - we need PTI to win. We want change. 

Nearly all the people I know are rooting and voting for PTI. I would too if only I had gotten my files to register myself as a voter, in time. Alas, I shall not let that happen again. But that’s beside the point. The point is, it’s high time for us to change. For us to stand up, for us to be better humans, better Pakistanis. Time for Naya Pakistan. 

Let’s see what the big days have in store for us. It’s been bloody lately. Maybe, the dawn is going to break after all.

Karachi me baarish? Lovely news I heard today! Since lately it has been dark and too many grey clouds. Guess this was the pretty silver lining. You Karachiites there? Having acha khasa fun?
I shall now retire to think of the wet pavements and the petrichor therein.