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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.

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The Jinnah’s Pakistan, embroiled in mayhem… – By Saria Benazir.

6 Sep

“There is no power on earth that can undo Pakistan”…, the founder’s words reverberate in my brain on the country’s Defence Day. I am engrossed in the paroxysm of decidedly treasured reminiscences of September 6, 1965, when Pakistanis from all fragments of topography, and perspective joined hands with their brave forces to guard their country’s dominion, thus wreaking a mortifying defeat on their opponent. The spirit of unanimity and jingoism made us impregnable and set an ineradicable history, we all are proud of, today. For a minute, I am constrained to interrogate the lack of the same buoyancy, conviction, glory and ardor that was once the hallmark of ours beloved nation? My heart thaws, and the blood simmers to see the nation embroiled in bedlam and consternation – Is it the Jinnah’s Pakistan? Or have we cherished the sacred blood of our martyrs, in its true essence? The rejoinder is an utter “No”, regrettably.

The point of Pakistan’s very establishment was a state where people could subsist and breathe free, and develop in accordance to their own belief, and customs. In his address to the Constituent Assembly of Pakistan on August 11, 1947, Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah made it palpable that the inhabitants of the country were free to perform their own manners of worship, and religion, caste and creed had nothing to do with the business of the state.

The present incidents are enough of a melancholy to me. We live in an “Islamic” republic which cannot even guarantee the wellbeing of its Muslim citizens at the first place, set aside the minorities for the while. Hundreds of Shias have been butchered, the stories make captions every second day, but we opt to be soundless onlookers to the carnage. We award the Nishan-e-Haider to those who sacrifice their lives for the country with remarkable audacity, but explore the national identity cards and backs for the Nishan-e-Haideri to execute the citizens of our own country.

We are the nation which killed their Governor for standing up for the rights of a Christian woman, and our lawyers showered the assassin with the rose petals. We killed our Minorities Minister, and expunged the reports from the spot. Very newly, we censured an innocent child, also the sufferer of Down syndrome, of profanity after ourselves, placing the Holy Scriptures in the trash burnt by her. Is that what Jinnah meant by religious freedom? We compel the Hindu population of the country to migrate to India, and grudgingly convert young girls to Islam.

Were it not the Shia Muslims and the minorities, who stood in conjunction with other citizens of the country to shield this patch of ours on September 6, 1965? But it is a caricature that we have become hardnosed enough to overlook these acts of sadism as of no concern to us.

According to Jinnah, no nation could be worthy of its existence that cannot take its women along with men. If that is right, is it not degrading that till the very day, the women in our society are treated as a chattel and the male’s choice imposed on her. Are we done away with of the so-called “honour” killings till the very day? There is a substantial augmentation in the rate of offenses against women every following year, but issues like marital rape and acid throwing are at times bagged as family matters. Our apex court sets the rapists of Mukhtara Mai free. Can we still visualize living up to the daybreak when our women will benefit from liberty of selection and financial security? We bombard the girls’ schools, so that our forthcoming generations remain unlettered as well.

Had it not been the women who fostered those brave heroes of the war of September 1965?

Jinnah conveyed us that we were all Pakistanis, and equal citizens of the state. He directed us to remain at peace with ourselves and with our neighbors. The national interest was more imperative than the territorial severances. It is exceedingly agonizing that even after losing our eastern wing; we remain unmindful to the most awful living conditions of the people of Balochistan, who have always been dispossessed of their essential human rights and unrestrained behavior committed against them. Are they not a part of us?

We are to the highest degree wounded by the menace of terrorism, but many of us still have a squashy corner for the fanatics and prolong to rebuff the fact that it is our war, despite the fact that it has cost us the lives of thousands of our countrymen and mired our economic progress. On the other hand, there are also those of us, who have brought us ignominy by carrying out terrorist actions in the neighbor countries. Wasn’t the dogma of Pakistan Islam which is a religion of harmony? Didn’t the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) assert the killing of a guiltless identical to murdering the entire human race?

Pakistan is the most perilous place for the journalists. It is one of those few countries on the globe where polio still exists. It is here that the children are made to read the fictional history, and the curriculum discourses dissections. It is Pakistan where a colossal amount is spent on the military hardware, but the education and health are largely disregarded. It is here that a Prime Minister is assassinated, but the perpetrators are not brought to justice. It is here that the courts place a Savior to gallows, and debar an elected Prime Minister. It is the Republic which is also dubbed in the press as a “failed” state. This is the Pakistan on September 6, 2012.

Army single-handedly cannot save us from this havoc. We, as a nation entail standing amalgamated with the spirit of September 1965 against the forces of chauvinism and radicalism. If we cannot adhere to and preserve the very underlying principle of our existence, I am chary if we truly deserve this land of pure.

 

 

 

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