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Why Doesn’t the Government Care?

Over thousands of Pakistanis have been killed in between 2012-13. The government persists, the situation persists. People are still afraid for their lives when they go out. The government is still devouring cash for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Why haven’t we been able to capture these terrorists? Why is it that they can contact the government and the media, but when it comes to tracing their calls the government reaches a dead end? Why is it that the government spends its time and energy in banning a website in light of the blasphemy law, but chooses to ignore the immoral, gut-wrenching acts taking place in front of their very eyes?

Why does that government, which has given us Pakistanis nothing at all except tears and hardships, stand a chance to be re-elected in May? Why, after all this, do Pakistanis not understand that the future of Pakistan is in their hands?

Why is it that while people continue to die from poverty, the elite continue to multiply their resources? All these why’s need an answer. And the answer to this is simple: the government doesn’t care.

You took a criminal out of jail, and placed him at the highest position. You gave him access to the country’s resources, and you gave him the right to control your lives. You knew this would happen the day his government came. After all, what does a child do when you give him his favourite candy?

In a few months, the government will be gone. We hope that it is true, and they know that they will be gone. They continue to celebrate their last few weeks unabashedly, behaving as if they’re leaving behind a healthy and prosperous Pakistan.

But there’s a reason why they are happy. In this five year tenure, they have managed to rip open Pakistan and rattle every bone of her’s. They know that, even once they leave, they have left plenty of their own progeny to continue what they had once started. They know that even if they will not be the masters, they have way too many sources deep down to feel at discomfort with any ruler who may come.

Pakistan is officially going through the worst period in it's history

Pakistan is corrupt. Morally, socially, religiously, economically corrupt. It is a fact, and we cannot deny it. Removing the government will do no good, because the corruption has slithered into the masses and is throbbing in the veins of the general public.

We need money, we embezzle. We want a new car, we go harrass a factory owner to give us a bribe (bhatta). We don’t like other religions, we blame them for committing blaspemy. We don’t like other sects, we kill them. Oh, yes. We Pakistanis have a solution for every problem of ours.  

What we don’t do, is work. What we don’t know is how to rid ourselves of this monstrous being that has settled itself amongst us. Are we ever going to be normal again?

It will not take a change of government. It requires a change of priorities. People are dying, and the government is worried about changing the name of the province Sind to Sindh. Children roam about hungrily on the streets, and they are signing papers to begin the construction of the tallest building.

Where is your humanity? Have you become so corrupt and dissolute that it all simply bounces off you? Can you not understand the pain of a mother holding the dead body of her child, begging you for mercy? Do you not see the hundreds of people deprived of a normal life because they were the victims of terrorism? Do you not know that you’re going to have to face God one day?

President Zardari, I do not care what you do after this tenure ends. But right now, since you’re sitting foolishly on our heads, I plead you to see our stance. Imagine if it was you holding Bilawal’s or Asifa’s dead body. Would you, or would you not want to get hold of their murderers? Would you not try to get justice?

Please stop having these closed-door meetings and making nonsensical decisions. What more must happen for you to appoint the Army to take control of Quetta? You have failed miserably in doing anything for Pakistan. Before going, just give us this one demand of ours.

Or are you, too, against the Hazara’s because they’re Shia? Against Ahmedis because of their belief?

I’m sorry, but you’re officially the worst thing that has happened to Pakistan in these 65 years.

I’m  just glad I believe in karma, and leave the rest to God.


Let My Death Be the Life of Another

Over 80 people were killed in the blast in Hazara. In this year alone, over 200 Hazara Shias have been killed on the basis of their sect. This sectarian war needs to stop, NOW!

This poem is a tribute to the people killed in the Hazara blasts, and a salute to the mothers, wives and daughters who are braving the deaths of their loved ones.

I sit here, waiting for my name to be called
Anxious, yet content
For God is not angry with me
He chose to make me a martyr

To my mother, who I left behind
Shedding tears in my memory
I beg you, don’t cry
I’m in peace, my beloved

Use my death to promote your cause
Save many others who will live alone
From the misery of being an orphan
Or the screeching cries of a widow

For they did nothing wrong,
In believing in Imam Hussain (A.S)
If that’s my mistake and their’s
Then I shall die, and die again

Use my death to stop the evil
That is spreading through my country
Stop it, erase it
Only you can do it

There is nothing like the will of a grieving mother And the curse of a mother whose son
Has been taken away, cruelly, selfishly
And there might never even be another

Refusal to bury their dead to protest the killings of innocent Shias.

My mother, pacify those
Who have loved and lost, once more
Give them hope, a ray of sunshine
Tell them things will be fine in time

Take my name and protest
Till your very last breath
Use my death as your cause
To avoid other innocent’s deaths

My country that once gave me refuge
Tells me that it is time to owe
What it gave to me a long time back
And I am leaving it in your hands

Scream, shout, let your cries be heard
Beware, not another drop of blood
Should fall onto my motherland
Just stop the genocide

For if we keep sleeping as we were
Another few will be killed today
Tomorrow, day after, and the next
And soon, it will be too late.