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Jehangir Bader: An Encomium – By Saria Benazir

14 Nov

clip_image002He was beleaguered, whipped and incarcerated, but he never gave up on the doctrine, he so stalwartly believed in. His existence is an immaculate exemplar of audacity in times of adversity, and an unparalleled allegiance to the Bhutto family, and he has never desisted from any sacrifice to hold the red, green and black crest of his party too towering, as to pack the ambiance with its immenseness and distinctiveness. His parable is tear-jerking, but illustrates an unplumbed heroism and devotion to the cause of Pakistan Peoples’ Party. He signifies an indestructible bond with the party that is larger than life to him. Every time, he remembered his leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, his eyes hazed and the wretchedness was perceptible in his words.

He was a fighter – warrior of democracy, who from his teenage years had undertaken to bring an alteration in Pakistan’s political scenario that had always encompassed of the autocrats and drawing room politicians, who had utterly no going into the masses. Jehangir Bader initiated his political activism as the President of his college’s student union and in the course of that, led the campaign to oust the military rule of General Ayub Khan, which was apathetic to the needs and demands of the commoners. Profoundly enthused by Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, his relation with the party he established goes to the heart. As a fervent aficionado of the entrancing Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, he declined to be silenced, and persevered with the cause of an egalitarian Pakistan, in the face of getting tormented and locked up in the dictatorial regimes. He nevertheless set a history.

The cause of democracy was the dearest to his heart, and he always placed his own verve on peril to hold the pennants of the Pakistan Peoples’ Party lofty, in the eras of the atrocious of the despots. His ‘transgression’ of receiving his leader, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto at the Lahore Airport was castigated by a year term and battering in front of the Shaheed Bhutto Cell. But he was a man of iron: thirty – five lashes at one fell swoop could not shatter that idol, or crack his faithfulness to the PPP. He was apprehended in the Kot Lakhpat Jail (alongside his leader Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, who was also held a captive there) for touring Punjab with Madr e Jamhooriat Begum Nusrat Bhutto. In the same year, his son, Zulfikar Ali Bader was born – a child, named by and after Quaid e Awam, who depicts the indestructible bond that links him with the PPP. Every consequent affliction was ruthless than the prior. He also remained seized and tortured in the Shahi Qila of Lahore on the commands of zia ul haq.

His fortitude to expel the domineering regime of zia ul haq was unflinching. He led the Movement for the Restoration of Democracy despite being inflicted with imprisonments and appalling ordeals and as the President of the PPP for the Punjab province, in April 1986, organized the grand and historical reception for the Daughter of the East, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto – homecoming, that altered the tide and culminated the tyrannical decade of zia ul haq’s rule. In the following elections, the Pakistan Peoples’ Party won a landslide victory in Pakistan, and the Bhutto’s daughter was sworn in as the first ever woman to head a Muslim state. Finally, there was democracy in Pakistan, but that was too short lived. Both terms of the PPP in power did not amount to barely five years, owing to the coups and the extremist lobby in Pakistan’s politics who were apprehensive of a moderate, enlightened and egalitarian Pakistan. Another epoch of torments began. Fictitious corruption incriminations were leveled against Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, her husband and other PPP leaders, including Jehangir Bader, by Nawaz Sharif and Pervez Musharraf – accusations that were never proven but which landed him in jail for another long term.

Jehangir Bader was one of the closest companions of Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto and he has always stood dutiful to her, and the earth she was buried in. After her assassination, he began his doctorate in philosophy on his sister, and his leader he too dearly cherished – making him the first ever person to do so. This is a paradigm of his incomparable fidelity and adulation for his martyred Chairperson. Every time, he spoke about her, his tone carried mounds of tenderness, and his eyes, heaps of tears. His dedication to Bakhtawar, Aseefa and Bilawal is interminable, and he felt for them, like his own blood and flesh, and the same allegiance is reflected in his children, who have made the PPP the rationale of their existence.                                                                                                                              

Dear Uncle JB, you would be greeted by Shaheed Zulfikar, Nusrat and Benazir Bhutto and your comrade Amin Faheem in the heavens today, but you have left the PPP and Pakistan’s political landscape fatherless which in these tempestuous times required your wisdom more than ever.

 For Senator Bader,

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. 

Mary Elizabeth Frye

The ‘Osiris’ Of Hope – Ammar Akbar and Saria Benazir

4 Apr

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Five decades ago, a political party took birth in the blood and torment of the commoners of the land. From its heart, it oozed countrywide to suffuse life in an ailing nation. The promise of food, clothing and housing appealed to the dispossession of masses who in 1947 had only achieved freedom from the British Raj and not exclusion and bondage. The mesmeric and riveting Zulfi Bhutto was their messiah whose love affair with his soil is sentimental fiction. Brought up in manors and clad in silk, he declassified himself to take power to the mud-spattered sheds. Throngs gathered in millions in his support to depose an excessive dictatorial regime and reinstate the peoples’ rule in Pakistan that was theoretically designed to be a democratic state at inception but soon fell to the politics of narcissism and the khaki that led to the dismemberment of the federation. Hope was conked out in the home painstakingly founded by Jinnah, the Quaid-e-Azam. The road between survival and disintegration was captured by the Quaid-e-Awam who adroitly put together the trampled pieces of it and built a new Pakistan.

April 4, 1979 was the assassination of the Pakistani heartthrob and liberation of its civilians. Dimness of the night jostled the country into years of extreme viciousness and denial inflicting on it inerasable abrasions that our nation continues to bleed until this day. Pakistan’s first popularly elected Prime Minister was crucified ahead of schedule at three past two, contrary to the prison codes and his nearest deprived of his final sight and last rites. The stillness of grave was broken by hailstorm on the deserts of Sindh. ‘Finish it’ was the lion’s roar. ‘The bastard’s dead’ relief to zia was short-lived. The carcass of Zulfikar Ali Bhutto became the compass for the masses and a shrine to worship. He was an element of the folklore now, celebrated and undying.

Conspiracy to murder burgeoning social equality and say of the people was performed under the shroud of ‘conspiracy to murder’ a political adversary. The ‘booklet with ten or twelve pages’ dictating the law of the land was slit apart by zia ul haq whose longing for the Bhutto blood was no secreted detail. The seizure of government in a military coup on July 5, 1977 from the Prime Minister who capably bargained the honorable homecoming of 90,000 soldiers taken prisoners in the 1971 War by India verbalizes the ethical deficit of the general who abhorred the reputation of the ‘‘leader’ of the people’ Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, the man who picked him for the position of the Chief, thus inviting his own demise. The trial was a charade. Personal ire prevailed over legal conventions. Courtroom comments emanating revulsion for the accused and rationale to put him to gibbet took no notice of law. The conjured offence in itself was not meriting of the death sentence which was acquired by a tinkered four – three ruling of the Supreme Court of Pakistan. Justice was explicitly slaughtered at too grave a price. Clemency appeals from worldwide were discarded; Bhutto’s neck was the dictator’s diktat and he was unready to conciliation on this.

Zulfikar Ali Bhutto saved his score on the leafs of history. He was murdered for the murder he did not commit. His family was locked up and his favorite child was also not allowed to hug him goodbye. ‘Keeping the head high’ in face of desolation was the legendary father’s lesson. Bhutto’s darling daughter, Benazir, who was in her early twenties, took the father’s fight for his people. She was the nightmarish renaissance zia had not envisaged. Sweltering prison cells and toxin bottles could not break Pakistan’s Joan of Arc. Fate has its own paybacks. The tormentor’s remains were scalded in the skies, a tooth manufactured for entombment and the Prime Minister House fell to Benazir’s feet.

The incongruity however is thunderous. Justice is the killer. The state’s history narrations are half truth. Fictitious corruption charges robbed Asif Ali Zardari of his freedom for eleven and half years and Benazir Bhutto of family. Images of a mother seated on a brick in the jails with adolescent children to meet with her besieged husband faint the tenor. Twenty-eight years later, on her return to her fatherland to battle zia ul haq’s scourge, the destiny’s daughter ornamented in her peoples’ love lost her life to a terrorist’s bullet and twinkled the books of eternity. As April 4 looms in 2016, her murderer’s cigar stays lit.

Benazir Bhutto: From My Heart – By Saria Benazir.

8 Mar

33390_133499430012435_100000571377055_250060_2847619_nBenazir Bhutto – my heart glides a beat every time I pronounce the very name, for it means no lesser than an existence to me, and streams in my veins like blood. Bibi – the voice that had stroked my essence, and defined my creation was not an ordinary being. Like her name ‘Benazir’, she is inimitable and wrote the elegy in her red; my Bibi remains my exclusive inspiration and every deed I perform is in veneration to the woman who showed me illumination in the shadows, and gave my countrymen a say by sacrificing her father, brothers, family life and her own life for the earth that was the dearest to her. I owe my Bibi nothing less than my life. She was Benazir, the peoples’ princess, who was laden with the roses when she took the assassin’s bullets to guarantee Pakistan’s survival.

Benazir Bhutto was exquisiteness – her life, an exemplar. She was a saviour, her trademark green and white, a parable of her unwavering commitment to winch the Pakistan’s flag too lofty. The white dupatta that perched on her head (with long dark hair and sometimes a breathtaking flick!) added to her classiness and wrote the myth of a young, unarmed knight in the shining armor of democracy, who fought against the repressive regime of zia ul haq, and stood unabated in front of the fanatics to surface as the first woman ever to head a Muslim state. She was only 35 at that time. Her ashen scarf was also verification of her adherence to her country’s rituals that she greatly appreciated.

Her eyes encumbered with kajal made her looks more sensational than Diana – eyes that were intuitive, and could feel the woe of her dispossessed masses, and would rip into tears to hear the anguishes of her countrymen. These eyes carried the fascination to magnetize huge crowds – they described precision, earnestness, audacity, sacrifice, and nationalism. Love for her people was always palpable in them, so was the soreness of losing her loved ones. Reading these Benazir eyes is implausible – their intensity, too profound to sink in them.

The pink on her cheeks earned her the pet name ‘Pinkie’. Who knew that Pinkie’s life would get trickled into an unplumbed red?

Her ears, often carrying gems were the only one that could pay attention to the cries of the underprivileged, the criticism of the opponents and the counsel of the friends with noteworthy might and broadmindedness. Her broad forehead denoted good luck. What greater fortune would it be to die a martyr’s death?  Her lips adorned with bright shades of lipstick only articulated the truth, and the voice of the marginalized, constructing avenues to the hearts of the people, piercing them with her eloquence and acumen. Her words transformed into the pearls of history books – priceless lessons for the people of all times. She spoke like a tigress; her words scared the boots more than the enemy tanks, and sent frissons to the enemies of democracy.

Her flawless skin and nose demonstrated her high virtues, and the strength of her beliefs. The imam zaman on her shoulders and her wrist illustrated her unyielding belief in her Creator, as she so famously said: ‘Life and death is in the hands of Allah that is why I have the courage to stare in the eyes of death without any fear’. Her wrist watch was an emblem of a punctual Benazir, who always knew her fate that she would not be allowed to live for many years, and she had to do everything before late for the emancipation of her people. ‘Time comes, time goes. We decide what to do with time’ and she dedicated every instant of it to her people who loved her beyond boundaries. Her hands with neatly trimmed nails, and always embellished with four or five finger rings were made of iron, and carved an allegory that will remain unparalleled for all the times to come with a scarlet ink that will never grow fainter.

The mole on her neck defined charm, and her diamond necklaces would add to the grandeur of the already fairy tale character, sent from the heavens to help the dejected. Her outfit revealed her grace – the shalwar kameez, blazer and the scarf she wore enthralled the minds and the dazzling color choices would give a glimpse into a daring Benazir with tenacity and unflinching devotion to her motherland. Her glamour was equally Benazir!

Benazir Bhutto was the most entrancing leader of all the times to come, and the heart throb of millions.

Benazir’s feet left ineradicable marks in the annals of the history. Wherever she treaded, she left a prodigy there, and soil for me to worship. Her nails garlanded in crimson depict the course chosen by her – she was walking in the way of blood.

I have a heart to offer as a red carpet for her feet – their prints made me Saria Benazir.

A wish as cavernous as the colour of my blood: Happy Birthday Aseefa! – By Saria Benazir.

3 Feb

195951_475600912459720_876084483_nThe white dupatta suspended on her head and her spacious smile with equivalently woeful, yet indomitable eyes splits my heart but ignites it with a glint of hopefulness; she has begun from where her martyred mother had left for the creation of a bright future for her native land which carries the Bhutto blood. Aseefa is a re-embodiment of Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, in the fabulous looks and dauntless behavior. Catching a smirk of her, the hymns of ‘Zinda Hai Bibi Zinda Hai’ already initiate to ricochet in the ambiance, for she is the manifestation of her mother’s promise to her people.

Benazir Bhutto’s blood runs in her veins. The youngest of the three siblings, she is the heartthrob of every jiyala, barely 14 when she lost her raptures that lied in mama’s lap. Those tears, every time I hark back to carve ineradicable cracks in my heart – greater soreness that one could put up with, yet Aseefa’s courage overwhelms the universe and overawes her mother’s assassins more than the bombs and bullets they deployed to snatch her mother from her. Her slogans of Jeay Bhutto make their way unswervingly to the soul of the people who label her as Benazir Junior, an axiom she accurately merits and is fated to be.

‘Mama, I cry every night when you are away and Baba is in jail’. She is truly a daddy’s girl. Her startling similitude with her father, especially in that larger than life smile synonymous with endurance and triumph has made her invincible. She is the daughter of the strongest man in Pakistan – Asif Ali Zardari, who was devoid of basic human rights in captivity for eleven and half years without a single conviction and who saved the country in the repercussion of December 27, 2007 by his slogans of ‘Pakistan Khappay’; thus figuring a new history of resistance and resilience.

Benazir Bhutto lives in every speck of her. Aseefa Bhutto Zardari was the first Pakistani child to get inoculated against polio by her mother, thereby kick starting the anti – polio drive in Pakistan and Aseefa has embarked on to accomplish Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto’s dream by making Pakistan polio- free by her vigorous campaigning against the menace with remarkable resolve. God bless those hands that are all set to transform Pakistan’s fate by administering polio drops herself to the children to guarantee that no one is crippled for life. She was appointed as Pakistan’s Ambassador for polio eradication in her teenage, which itself reveals her matchless bravery to carry a huge responsibility too early in life, but undoubtedly, she has been created for a greater rationale – beyond ordinary conception.

She, at the core is very humanitarian. A few months ago, she took her jump for humanity by skydiving to help raise funds to support the victims of Typhoon Haiyan. You do not entail going further to find an exemplar of a super woman – unrivaled gorgeousness with an even unsurpassed audacity is what makes the Bhuttos affable and an enticement for the masses. Her fondness for the animals is inexpressible; the youngest Bhutto Zardari girl is always seen nurturing her cats who are auspicious to have the presence of this exquisite human being sent to alter the fate of Pakistan to an improved, healthier and enlightened future.

Aseefa Bhutto Zardari is an Iron Lady in the making. She has inherited these nerves of steel from her mother, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, who gained an endless life after being riddled with bullets. She has surfaced as the leader of Pakistan’s future generation following her elder, likewise enthralling siblings Bakhtawar and Bilawal. Aseefa believes in sharing her smile with the world, analogous to her father Asif Ali Zardari who is the only head of state to have donated his body organs.

From thousands of miles apart and gashed by numerous dividers, nothing can impede me from being the greatest ABZ aficionado. Love and prayers for you stream incessantly like the waters. As cavernous as the color of my blood, this birthday wish comes from the deepness of my heart and soul. Happy Birthday, my sister and my leader!

Jehangir Bader: The tale of heroism and devotion to the PPP. – By Saria Benazir.

25 Oct

clip_image002He was beleaguered, whipped and incarcerated, but he never gave up on the doctrine, he so stalwartly believed in. His existence is an immaculate exemplar of audacity in times of adversity, and an unparalleled allegiance to the Bhutto family, and he has never desisted from any sacrifice to hold the red, green and black crest of his party too towering, as to pack the ambiance with its immenseness and distinctiveness. His parable is tear-jerking, but illustrates an unplumbed heroism and devotion to the cause of Pakistan Peoples’ Party. He signifies an indestructible bond with the party that is larger than life to him. Every time, he remembers his leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, his eyes haze and the wretchedness is perceptible in his words.

He is a fighter – warrior of democracy, who from his teenage years had undertaken to bring an alteration in Pakistan’s political scenario that had always encompassed of the autocrats and drawing room politicians, who had utterly no going into the masses. Jehangir Bader initiated his political activism as the President of his college’s student union and in the course of that, led the campaign to oust the military rule of General Ayub Khan, which was apathetic to the needs and demands of the commoners. Profoundly enthused by Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, his relation with the party he established goes to the heart. As a fervent aficionado of the entrancing Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, he declined to be silenced, and persevered with the cause of an egalitarian Pakistan, in the face of getting tormented and locked up in the dictatorial regimes. He nevertheless set a history. 

The cause of democracy was the dearest to his heart, and he always placed his own verve on peril to hold the pennants of the Pakistan Peoples’ Party lofty, in the eras of the atrocious of the despots. His ‘transgression’ of receiving his leader, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto at the LahoreAirport was castigated by a year term and battering in front of the Shaheed Bhutto Cell. But he was a man of iron: thirty – five lashes at one fell swoop could not shatter that idol, or crack his faithfulness to the PPP. He was apprehended in the Kot Lakhpat Jail (alongside his leader Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, who was also held a captive there) for touring Punjab with Madr e Jamhooriat Begum Nusrat Bhutto. In the same year, his son, Zulfikar Ali Bader was born – a child, named by and after Quaid e Awam, who depicts the indestructible bond that links him with the PPP. Every consequent affliction was ruthless than the prior. He also remained seized and tortured in the Shahi Qila of Lahore on the commands of zia ul haq.

His fortitude to expel the domineering regime of zia ul haq was unflinching. He led the Movement for the Restoration of Democracy despite being inflicted with imprisonments and appalling ordeals and as the President of the PPP for the Punjab province, in April 1986, organized the grand and historical reception for the Daughter of the East, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto – homecoming, that altered the tide and culminated the tyrannical decade of zia ul haq’s rule. In the following elections, the Pakistan Peoples’ Party won a landslide victory in Pakistan, and the Bhutto’s daughter was sworn in as the first ever woman to head a Muslim state. Finally, there was democracy in Pakistan, but that was too short lived. Both terms of the PPP in power did not amount to barely five years, owing to the coups and the extremist lobby in Pakistan’s politics who were apprehensive of a moderate, enlightened and egalitarian Pakistan. Another epoch of torments began. Fictitious corruption incriminations were leveled against Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, her husband and other PPP leaders, including Jehangir Bader – accusations that were never proven.

Jehangir Bader was one of the closest companions of Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto and he has always stood dutiful to her, and the earth she was buried in. After her assassination, he began his doctorate in philosophy on his sister, and his leader he too dearly cherished – making him the first ever person to do so. This is a paradigm of his incomparable fidelity and adulation for his martyred Chairperson. Every time, he speaks about her, his tone carries mounds of tenderness, and his eyes, heaps of tears. His dedication to Bakhtawar, Aseefa and Bilawal is interminable, and he feels for them, like his own blood and flesh, and the same allegiance is reflected in his children, who have made the PPP the rationale of their existence.

Happy Birthday Uncle!

You are my hero, and I am proud of you, inspired by you. Your courage entails a book that would soon be on my list.

Jeay Bhutto!

My Benazir’s words scared the boots more than the enemy’s tanks. – By Saria Benazir

21 Jun

548319_308693369203717_100001891682281_780552_26337318_nFor the masses she was no less than a saint – she was the Bhutto’s daughter! Zulfikar Ali Bhutto – who was the founder of Pakistan.

 After six years of her assassination, I am constrained to whittle in blood the fable of Benazir Bhutto – a myth deprived of words to portray its immenseness – a narrative unplumbed than the deepest of the waters – a parable gargantuan than the creation: I commence to pen about the woman of the century – the woman who made the hardest of the men throttle; she was destiny’s daughter, and the anticipation of the masses. The tone of Jeyay Bhutto perforates into the atmosphere, for it is eternity – the subsistence of my aspirations lapses here.

Another June 21 and my compassion demolishes – the Jiyala in me cannot resist when the sun mounts up with obscurity instead of an expectation for better, it was not analogous on the very day in 1953 when it brought a hope of a culmination to the obliteration in Pakistan and of a better panorama for the marginalized – women and the subjugated ones could foresee a future free from impoverishment – she brought with her a promise of empowerment and illumination : Her birth blessed Pakistan with a tigress, of whose match there is none – no one can reckon of the valor she possessed – the crowds were all hers, and the callous doom turned her from Papa’s Pinky to then fight as an opposition leader as Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto : The young woman who had scarcely completed her education to see a military coup in Pakistan, concluding in the judicial murder of Pakistan’s first ever elected Prime Minister, Quaid-e-Awam Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto.

It stabs to evoke the reminisces of my leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, who carried the mantle of leadership from her martyred father and endeavored to save the bequest – a legacy which has become perpetual now. The white scarf perched on her head became an icon of power – her words scared the boots more than the enemy’s tanks. All alone, she stood and battled against the forces of fanaticism and dictatorship and recovered this land from the despots, who left the masses disadvantaged and dispossessed them of freedom: Benazir gave voice to the neglected. She rebelled against those hawks, without any trepidation of the outcomes and the vicious tests she was made to go through – a brother was poisoned but she did not give up. Elections were promised to be called in 90 days, but those three months fetched till the Doom’s Day as per likely.

“The people who resent me do so because I am young, I am a Bhutto and I am a woman.”

 The world witnessed the same young Bhutto, taking oath as the first ever woman to lead a Muslim state – The woman who was imprisoned and banished by zia ul haq was now the Prime Minister of Pakistan – She had always been the leader of the people, and the greatest impediment for the autocratic forces which always used every plausible way to ram her away from the politics but their labors were of no reward. Benazir Bhutto always lead the hearts and psyches of the people – for the common herd, she was the sole hope. The clout of the people altered the destiny for another time and Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto was again sworn in as the Prime Minister of Pakistan for the second time. “Dila Teer Bija” became the jingle of all the enthusiasts of democracy, the arrow symbolized a new and betterPakistan.

Benazir Bhutto’s epoch was a golden period for Pakistan’s development – the reign brought affluence for the country. Pakistan was at the brink of being declared as a terrorist state – it was my leader, Shaheed Benazir Bhutto who barred this from happening and presented an envisage of a peaceful Pakistan, but alongside kept the defense of Pakistan secure by granting it the missile technology – yet, Benazir Bhutto guaranteed that the future generation of Pakistan has to fight the war with their knowledge, rather than bludgeons – her government established hundreds of thousands of schools throughout the country. She empowered the women in order to enable them to stand equally with the men, breaking those conventions which had left them exploited – she took the initiative to place an end to their inferior position in the society. The haters too recognize the fact that Shaheed Benazir Bhutto placed a fight against ailments, poverty and radicalism – She was a catalyst for change and empowerment. Benazir Bhutto symbolized the federation and egalitarianism – Her accomplishments can be fetched to soak every drop of ink and every piece of the folio, but would be left unfinished. Benazir Bhutto Shaheed gave Pakistan an identity.

The other brother had also been murdered to topple her second government – with an ailing mother and a husband behind bars, three children to care for, Shaheed Benazir Bhutto continued with her war against the tormenters. The kangaroo courts and the establishment of Pakistannever possessed enough fortitude to face that unarmed woman – they sought refuge in the phony corruption charges. It was the audacity of Benazir Bhutto and only Benazir Bhutto who never wavered in her commitment to the people of Pakistan, I salute you Mohtarmah, and I salute your braverySHEER RESPECT – when I see her historical return in October 2007.

“Life and death is in the hands of Allah. That is why I have got the courage to stare in the eyes of death without any fear”. Her homecoming would always be cited at the apex of all notes. Her arrival quenched the thirst of millions of her countrymen – the ambiance was crammed with the catchphrases of JEYAY BHUTTO and Zinda Hai Bhutto, Zinda Hai – Benazir Bhutto Shaheed was a true heir to the legacy – The Daughter of the East dedicated her existence to her principles and fighting to provide justice to her people who had been left in desolation for decades – the stoves laid arctic in the dictator’s government and the poor were compelled to exterminate their families and commit suicide, because of paucity. The General was too coward – they tried to use might to terrorize her and stop her from struggling for her cause: Benazir Bhutto never gave up, despite the perils to her life. Thereby, I lived up to the gloomiest ever day of my survival, December 27, 2007 when my leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto was snatched too brutally from me – the world lost the democracy’s champion, the people of Pakistan lost their voice and Saria lost her entire universe that laid with her.

 The people of Pakistan have not forgotten you, Benazir! You continue to dwell in the hearts of the people and lead them from your grave – the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto remains a magnet for the population and exhibits another Karbala – the war of right against the prejudice continues and following in the footsteps of our martyred leaders, President Asif Ali Zardari saved Pakistan when it had ruined in the aftermath of the tragic afternoon of December 27, 2007. “Pakistan Khappay” – like Zulfikar Ali Bhutto and Benazir Bhutto Shaheed, my President’s words assembled the busted pieces ofPakistan and made a newPakistan.

“Democracy is our revenge and we will have it”. The Chairman PPP, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari carries my Bibi’s flag too lofty, he has established that Bhutto persists to live and the legacy can never be murdered. “We did not come this far to fail” – Bakhtawar and Aseefa Bhutto Zardari continue to reveal hope for a splendid Pakistan – a Pakistan free from starvation, illiteracy and scarcity, for “Lay kar rehay ga har insaan, roti, kapra aur makaan” – My Bibi dwells in her children, heroic like her and fretful about the grievances of the masses exactly like her.

While sitting on this dust, I feel so beholden to you, Bibi – I’m inhaling in this air just because of you. As long as I live, I will die for you!

Jeyah Bhutto, Jeyah Jeyah Bhutto!

Happy 60th Birthday, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto – you alleviate my continuity!

Jab Tak Souraj Chand Rehay Ga, Bibi Tera Naam Rehay Ga! May baaghi hoo, Jo chahay muj pay zulm karo…

BHUTTO : A Captivating “Red History”, that darkens on April 4. – By Saria Benazir.

4 Apr

539959_387482437937908_100000284666539_1452745_407450745_n“What gift can I give you from this cell out of which my hand cannot pass? I give you the hand of the people. What celebration can I hold for you? I give you the celebration of a celebrated memory and a celebrated name”.

BHUTTO – The chronicle does not originate here, nor is it the termination. It has become an interminable marvel now, from the Himalayas to the Arabian, the catchphrases of “Jeyay Bhutto” slot in the vibes, and distend from one curve of the orb to the other. Ahh! What an illustrious remembrance, for certain – After 33 years too, the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux remains an enticement for the aficionados of social equality – for me, it subsists as my political idol, for the red in this soil catches to my empathy: the crimson boulevards, which remain a witness to the Bhuttos’ unswerving fidelity to the people of Pakistan: They initiate to whittle the history – an indelible one, and an enduring one!

Lady, you are penning about “Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto” – the Lion King, the greatest we ever had, and whose reminiscence would be esteemed till eternity: no analogous to his chivalry, the man, who made the strongest ones clog: the enormity of his disposition, the entity had a throng in one, and the crowds were all his – Intrepid, and captivating, he pierced into the public, his assurance to provide “Bread, Clothing & Shelter” to all, with the PPP’s assertion of the principles: “Islam is our religion. Democracy is our policy. Socialism is our economy. All power to the people”, and that indubitably, martyrdom is our purpose: made his voice the undivided one – one that reflected the chuck of the Pakistani population, and gave veneration to their yearnings, along with feeling their anguishes: the awful living conditions of a Pakistani lay man, who at that very instant was hungry, naked and shelter less: I write about the Pakistan that did not exist by the conclusion of year 1971.

Quote it as a sacrilege or tag me as a deserter, I term Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, as the FOUNDER of PAKISTAN, not merely the Pakistan Peoples Party. Interrogate it from a farmer, a laborer, a student, a woman and the browbeaten ones of the land – they are there to riposte you: Shaheed Bhutto gave them intonation, he turned them into the first class citizens of the society, after being treated as chattel by the dictators: Bhutto gave Pakistan an identity, and this white and green flag a recognition. “We have to gather pieces, very small pieces and make a new Pakistan” – it was Bhutto, the peoples’ leader who saved Pakistan after being utterly wrecked at the hands of a military dictator – the General, who never knew the whereabouts of thousands of soldiers, and the vicinity of hundreds of thousands of miles of land as well. Fortuitously, they do not forget maintaining the records of their bungalows, and of course, their princes kin! Pakistan and the commoners – a low priority matter, indeed.

History never forgets its heroes, so would Shaheed Bhutto be always remembered as the champion of the peoples’ rights – the splendid star, who familiarized the Asian continent to the perception of democracy and equality of human race. As the leader of Pakistan, he never forgot Kashmir, for in his words; they were a part of Pakistan in flesh, in blood and in soul. His tenacious stand on the Kashmir issue distinguishes him as the undisputed voice of the demoralized section of mankind, and his firm adherence to the ideology of Pakistan. We shall fight a thousand years to liberate Kashmir and we shall eat grass, but we will make an atomic bomb.”

No one else could ever gather enough mettle to speak in the United Nations Security Council, as Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto did : “My country hearkens for me – Why should I waste my time here in the Security Council”. He could articulate this gallantly, because BHUTTO WAS A PAKISTANI and he did make Pakistan a nuclear power. His heart throbbed with that of his people; and he did it, without fearing for the consequences of being made the worst example. Nevertheless, history made him an illuminating instance of heroism, devotion and democracy.

I did not kill that man. My God is aware of it. I am big enough to admit if I had done it, that admission would have been less of an ordeal and humiliation than this barbarous trial which no self respecting man can endure. I am a Muslim. A Muslim’s fate is in the hands of God Almighty I can face Him with a clear conscience and tell Him that I rebuilt His Islamic State of Pakistan from ashes into a respectable Nation. I am entirely at peace with my conscience in this black hole of Kot Lakhpat. I am not afraid of death. You have seen what fires I have passed through.”
April 4, 1979 : A dictator craved to draft the narrations on the verdicts of the kangaroo courts –  oblivious of the actuality that this history would need no pens, it would mark itself on the very land, where he would be assassinated. Bhutto was declared guilty by the apex court of Pakistan, but does this elucidate for millions who gather several times at Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto, every year and chant, “Zinda Hai Bhutto, Zinda Hai”… Bhutto Zinda Hai, in the hearts, and psyches of his people, who regard Pakistan deficient without Bhutto-ism, which is the only way out for the prosperity of this country. Undoubtedly, Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto passed on that celebrated name and the present of peoples power to his beloved Benazir, who fought the same courts till her martyrdom, and just like her father, laid down her life for her people…

Pakistan Peoples Party is a legacy, and the legacy subsists – Red history, which darkens further on every April 4 and December 27 : the world heeds, Har gar say Bhutto niklay gaa, tum kitnay Bhutto maro gay… in prisons, or on boulevards?

“They are going to kill me. It doesn’t matter what evidence you or anyone comes up with. They are going to murder me for murder I didn’t commit.” This remains the precedent of the “Supreme Court “ of Pakistan. Isn’t it sufficient attestation for why we do chant “Meri raza, teri raza, Yousuf Raza”… The Pakistan Peoples Party – Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto gave this country the constitution, I bet the courts weren’t enlightened enough to perform this hefty job!

“You cannot be big unless you are prepared to kiss the ground. You cannot defend the soil unless you know the smell of that soil. I know the smell of our soil. I know the rhythm of our rivers. I know the beat of our drums.” After spending those eleven and a half years in prison fighting the bogus corruption charges, losing his wife and his children’s mother, and being the only shoulder to cry on for the dejected and the marginalized of the society, who knows this earth, better than Zardari? This is why we believe that for an egalitarian and prosperous Pakistan,

AGLI BARI, PHIR ZARDARI

 AGLI BARI, BILAWAL BHUTTO ZARDARI

 

Jab Tak Souraj Chand rehay ga, Bhutto teray naam rehay ga…

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