Just a Comment
Regardless of what our state has seen over the course of its existence, there was always this small part inside us all that believed in the eventual rise of somebody who would actually stand for the country created in the name of Islam. With every temporary winner in this never ending game of musical chairs between political parties and the military, we cheer and we rejoice not for their victory but our own flair hopes that perhaps this person will be the one to do what is right for the motherland. Unfortunately, each time we are destined for disappointment.
It takes a nightmare like what happened in Karachi on the 12th of May to shake us out of this stupor and realize just what our lives are worth to these people who are claiming to be our guides and our leaders and saviors; at least for a while. Islamabad proved just how detached it is from the rest of the country by continuing with the spectacle that they called “Istehkaam Pakistan” rally. “Istehkaam”? What a prime joke! How was it istehkaam Pakistan when a city of Pakistan was being sprayed with bullets with blood in the streets and fear and fire in the air while in another drum beats and lights portrayed a great celebration? How was it istehkaam when except for the national television station showing the few thousand who stood in Islamabad, the rest of the nation was counting the increasing number of dead in Karachi?
Politics is a game of manipulation and coercion. Our problem stricken rulers could have ‘used’ what happened in Karachi to fool us into thinking that they do realize and understand the gravity of the events that took place. But they have become immune to the cries that rang through our country. They are drunk on their perceived notions of strength and omnipotence. They believe that because they managed to spend by a rough estimate Rs. 50 crores of the public’s money on lighting up an avenue and piling people into buses and having them stand out in the open while they stand behind a bullet proof glass, that they are what is best for the country.
And yet, in spite of all the anger and frustration boiling in all of us, it will come to nothing. And it will come to nothing because that is just what we are capable of. We scream, we cry, we rant and we rage and then we fall silent. For most of us, the echoes of the cries in Karachi are nothing more than just a noise that will die down after a while. The funerals will be over, the blood will be washed off the street and even if rangers stand on the street, we will continue to avert our eyes and walk on because that is what we do best.
For a few days, the media will show the volley of irresponsible statements thrown by political players to and fro, each blaming the other, no one willing to take responsibility neither for what happened nor to ensure that it does not happen again. In a few days, the furor will die down, and a day that shattered the illusion of calm by revealing the storm teeming below the surface will become just a memory. Till another day when a pebble thrown onto the surface will cause ripples to shudder through out the country.
May the Almighty Allah preserve us and keep us safe from the ‘shar’ that surrounds us today. May He guide us and give us strength, wisdom and faith to face our own role in bringing our country and its people to this and have the courage to try and do what is needed. May the Almighty bring us peace and serenity and true ‘Istehkaam’ to our nation and our country. (Aameen)