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Bilawal Bhutto Zardari: Engraved in a Jiyala’s Blood – By Saria Benazir.

21 Sep

382273_4943957971122_2098018795_n“Democracy is the best revenge”: his mother’s words from the juvenile, captivating Bilawal Bhutto Zardari ricocheted as the catchphrase of the century – at 19, he had already treaded into the birthright gripped in cavernous scarlet; the parable of which elongates to every bend of the earth. With strenuous viciousness, they executed his grandfather, uncles and his mother, the “alluring” Daughter of the East; and yet, “Bhutto survives”… in his grandson, who is destined to escort the future Pakistan to the climax of prosperity.

He is the Bhutto’s blood – his flesh. Substantial similitude to the Quaid e Awam makes Bilawal Bhutto Zardari incomparable; for devoid of misgiving, he is “the one without a paradigm” as his name implies. He is the “Zulfikar Ali Bhutto” of Pakistan!

Newspaper captions read “The Child who fooled the President” – Born to Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto and President Asif Ali Zardari on September 21, 1988, Bilawal was the most “celebrated” newborn in Pakistan’s narration ; yet, his continuation – a hostage to his family’s assertion to an improved prospect for Pakistan’s inhabitants, who look upon the Bhuttos as an icon of veneration.

December 30, 2007 – there originated a new epoch, crammed with woe; yet exemplified by resolute dedication to the homeland. The jingles of “Jeay Bhutto” send frissons to the enemies of democracy. A new anecdote of red, green and black began with Bilawal Bhutto Zardari, taking the mantle of leadership and assuming the headship of the largest political party of Pakistan:” It (the PPP) was not handed to me like a piece of furniture. The party asked me to do it and I did”.

Perhaps, in his leadership, the party stands more unified and stronger than ever – a new life surfaces with every bloodshed, for the martyrs’ blood is bound not to go vainly.

The Bhuttos have long been acknowledged for their magnetism and fearlessness. Bilawal Bhutto Zardari prolongs the heritage. Bold and brilliant, he reveals all the constituents of the future Prime Minister of Pakistan.

He is the distinct Pakistani leader, who can plainly clasp the ashen scrap in Pakistan’s flag and has undertaken to defend the religious minorities who reside in this country. Unreservedly against the frame of mind that killed the former Punjab Governor, and the Minorities Minister, he declines to believe that Islam authorizes sadism. Perhaps I am very certain that he will eliminate the tarnish of being the world’s most treacherous place for the minorities and journalists from Pakistan’s name.

He has persistently said: “May Baaghi Hoo” – undeniably, he is a dissenter to the double standards ripping us apart: frequent military governments, ostrich politicians, butchering of the minorities, inept law and order system, the radical attitude which have encumbered the country’s growth ever since its establishment.

Bilawal Bhutto Zardari craves for the Jinnah’s Pakistan – forbearing, progressive and egalitarian. He endeavors for Pakistan free from the ills of scarcity, illiteracy, fanaticism and ailments. He yearns to make a difference, for in Bilawal’s words “Jo faisla hota nahi, wo faisla kar daiy gay hum…”

He is Benazir Bhutto’s son. The ordeal is detectable in his eyes and tone, every time he says: “Ya Allah Ya Rasool, Benazir Beyqasoor”… He is a son, who till the date has been shorn of justice for his mother, and grandfather, both of whom lost their lives to make certain that the ejected ones too do get “Bread, Clothing and Shelter” at the minimum.

On September 21, 2013, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari observes his 25th birthday, and the ocean of my sentiments of undying adoration and devotion to him reaches the zenith, so I reach out to say Happy Birthday to Bakhtawar’s brother – the child, who sacrificed his adolescence to win a peoples’ love.

I give you the gift of my feelings. You will fight the fight better than me. Your speeches will be more eloquent than my speeches. Your commitment equally total. There will be more youth and vitality in your struggle. Your deeds will be more daring. I transmit to you the blessing to the most blessed mission. This is the only present I can give you on your birthdays.”

An unending love, devotion and my blood for your birthday gift ❤

 Zinda Hai Bhutto Zinda Hai!


Thank you President Asif Ali Zardari: the bravest we ever had! – By Saria Benazir.

8 Sep

5652_1106716584985_1138893918_30270283_7293457_n“God brings night and God brings day. God brings light and God brings darkness. Victory and defeat are in God’s hands. In our hands is the decision to live a life that can give us the satisfaction to say, when dying, that we lived a full life, a life devoted to serving humanity and its highest ideals.” Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto 

President Asif Ali Zardari – one of the most enthralling figures of the Pakistan’s politics observes his 57th birthday on July 26. For the masses, he is the singular sanguinity, of course, because he leads Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto’s party – the largest political party of Pakistan, which was established to serve the “Awam”. There are many, who would convey their disenchantment over the existing circumstances, partially because their focal spring of comprehension is the news bulletins and the talk shows on the television. Nevertheless, divergent to their views, I would express gratitude to Mr. Asif Ali Zardari for leading this dominion in the worst predicament of its narration, and making this land, a very better place to live in, as reckoned by its founders.

He married the Daughter of East, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto on December 18, 1987, and after joining ties with a member of the Bhutto family, President Asif Ali Zardari has demonstrated a paradigm of valor, and ardor by always standing by Shaheed Benazir Bhutto at the most awful of the times, favoring incarceration to treachery to his ideals – i.e. to provide Bread, Clothing and Shelter to the people of Pakistan, and to lend a hand those who had been dispossessed of their indispensable rights ever since Pakistan’s underpinning. This venture cost him his health, and family life, and for eleven and a half years, he had to tolerate the sweltering heat of the prison cells followed by appalling persecution, and other corporeal and psychological twinges. Despite the fact that the assertions against him remain unverified till the very day, he scarcely spent 9 years of his married life with his family – the lockup was Zardari’s second home. His children grew up devoid of a father’s affection and Shaheed Benazir Bhutto had to spend years fighting those bogus corruption arraigns alongside bringing up the children, and leading the party all alone. When released, he had become a heart patient followed by other ailments. The family had barely gotten together that the shadowy afternoon of December 27, 2007 filched his beloved wife and the leader of people, Benazir Bhutto from him.

He forfeited those 11 and half years of his life, and his personal life, purely in the anticipation of an improved prospect for the people of Pakistan. This nation is too obliged to Mr. Zardari! Salutation to his audacity!

In the repercussion of the earth-shattering December 27, 2007, President Asif Ali Zardari carried towering the crest of the peoples’ power – the red, green and the black flag which posed the utmost hazard to the despots and their mean ends, thus, saving Pakistan from mayhem and sliding doors. Zardari attested to be the true successor to the celebrated heritage of Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, and after routing a totalitarian – his wife’s murderer, led the Pakistan Peoples Party to victory in the general elections to serve the people of Pakistan, and materialize Shaheed Benazir Bhutto’s vision of a progressive and egalitarian Pakistan – Pakistan that was too precious to her heart.

No one was primed to escort the country in those muddled situations, but it was Asif Ali Zardari who did not relinquish, and after becoming the President of Pakistan, President Asif Ali Zardari immediately relocated the powers to the chosen representatives of the people, and willingly handed over the authority to the Prime Minister by terminating the Article 58 – 2 (b) to the constitution of Pakistan. The NFC awards gave sovereignty to the provinces, and the Benazir Bhutto Shaheed Income Support Programme was commenced to back the dearth stricken masses. Women were authorized through legislation, and the rights of the minorities guaranteed – Successful military operations were accomplished in Swat and the northern areas to blotch off the terrorists, who created a peril to the country’s security, solidity and economy. The setback of the internally displaced people was unraveled within a year, and the areas hit by the calamitous floods were rehabilitated. Poor friendly schemes were initiated, and the government ensured the freedom of press and judiciary. The strategy of reconciliation remains the hallmark of the current PPP regime, and enormous attempts were made to prevent this democratic system from being wrecked.

He is the first ever head of the state to donate all of his body organs, thus abiding with the Pakistan Peoples Party’s convention of sacrifice. After Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto’s assassination, the challengers of democracy interrogated “Will the PPP survive”? President Asif Ali Zardari’s dedication and enigmatic leadership has provided a substantiation that the Pakistan Peoples Party has come to survive forever. He is the pioneer of a first ever smooth democratic transition in Pakistan. His love for every Pakistani child as Bakhtawar, Aseefa and Bilawal, and concern for the wellbeing of the population makes him unparalleled in Pakistan’s history.

Thank you Mr. President for setting the base of a tolerant and thriving Pakistan – We would always remain beholden to your enormous courage, and sacrifices.

From a daughter, always prepared to give up her life for you!

Jeyay Bhutto!

Bring me my Benazir back… – By Saria Benazir.

21 Jun

545928_297385633667824_100001891682281_752196_1028996990_nBenazir Bhutto – the tone, my heart had always hankered to heed to, a sensation that encompasses my endurance and has become the very rationale of my prolongation. Nevertheless, when I initiate to corral about that ceaseless essence, my entire body quavers and I am left paralyzed and disenchanted to distinguish how coldheartedly my leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto was assassinated and that my lioness princess now dwells under the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto – The unsympathetic doom is hard to be articulated and I am left utterly oblivious in a wretched world – unjust realism : life ceases when one opens up the metaphor and every word of it whittles an incalculably cavernous lesion on my heart, one that is far from cure. Meanwhile, the jingles of “Zinda Hai Bibi, Zinda Hai” commence a new folio – a perpetual fable. My leader continues to be the pulse of millions – she persists to rule the masses and I am tremendously obliged to every act of hers.

My derelict empathy is not proficient enough to depict the enormity of my inspiration; for my ogles are too drenched to grasp unerringly the sentiments of the crowds that chant “Jeyay Bhutto” at every instant. I am startled that I survive – the entire itinerary of my life transformed and I cannot resist lettering about my leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto – the sole inhabitant of every of my conversation and all that goes on in the heart and psyche.

Born on the longest day of the year, hers is the longest struggle for egalitarianism – she left ineffaceable marks in the annals of history, fighting the clutches of totalitarianism too courteously. June 21 symbolizes the birth of optimism, and of perpetuity. Benazir Bhutto – my existence concludes here.

My ogles are filled with snuffle,

I plunk with a wrecked empathy,

My verve, trapped in billions of regrets,

My daylight hours, like if survival has seized,

My instant, repeating of anguish,

Such piercing accidents,

I have never faced…

Can never gaze up to them…

I don’t have that much courage,

To breathe without a personality,

Closer to me as anyone else,

Who skilled me to articulate,

To reside,

To escort the life,

To interact with the people around me,

To envisage about my community,

To have my essence in the dust,

To give this terra firma inclination over anything else,

To survive with audacity,

To face every situation with gallantry,

To believe in the help of God,

To have compact confidence in democracy,

In the clout of the commons,

Benazir Bhutto, It was you,

You made me discover that all,

Where should I now go?

Where to acquaint with you?

Return me my Benazir …

The watches grab vista of an agonizing phenomenon,

The grime of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto,

Too huge, but a pebble empathy it has got,

For it lost all of its sparklers,

Still, the origin of anticipate,

The centre of factions,

Thrash about for democracy,

It always gave confinement to the laudable people,

Who were wholly affiliated to their earth,

Though epochs were too ruthless,

They even gave up their blood,

This day, Benazir Bhutto,

The terrain of Larkana suppurates out,

Get me my Benazir back…

I spot your legacy,

The bequest filled with blood,

Owned by the redeemer of Pakistan, Asif Ali Zardari,

I heed him articulate Pakistan Khappay,

I listen to him dub out,

If you want to subsist like Benazir,

Learn to deal with living like her…

I see your glance in Bilawal,

His speeches, truly grasping your apparition,

The hallucination, you’d struggled for all your life…

Your words, embossed on his psyche,

Democracy is the greatest reprisal,

I see your adored Aseefa and Bakhtawar,

Carrying totally your manifestation,

In the means of their lives,

The act of their demeanor,

I perceive my Benazir,

Completely heart ached,

I am standing in a world,

Devoid of Benazir….

The instant of life calls out,

Bring me back my Benazir…

Oh! It’s June 21,

Bring me my Benazir back…


Sindh ji Rahri Benazir ji salgarah ji mubarak hujai – Happy Birthday, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto.

You continue to dwell in our hearts!

Zinda Hai Bibi, Zinda Hai!

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,




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

Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto: The Bright Star Lighting up the Sky. – By Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto.

4 Apr

559846_422606894494865_1012360678_nWhen I was a little child, my Father would pick me up and throw me into the air and I would laugh with delight. He took such joy in us, his children. He was a wonderful Father whom we all adored. Each one of us would have done anything he asked of us, such was the loyalty he inspired.

Other would do even more. They would burn themselves alive, go to the gallows, accept the excruciating lash of the whip on their backs and be prepared for electric shocks and torture. Such was his call and his cause that ordinary mortals became extraordinary when they followed him.

His personality and cause inspired poets and writers to new heights of literature enriching our culture and our heritage.

So what was this giant of a man like whose shadow has followed the destiny of Pakistan for four decades and more.

He was rather shy and had a shy and endearing smile. As I learnt when I met a fellow student of his in California last month, who knew him when he was eighteen, that he had the whole University in thrall. He was tall, handsome, charming, witty, a great debater, had a fantastic memory and was always well dressed in well cut and well designed clothes shipped specially from England to America for him to wear.

He was a man of privilege who turned his back on his class. In so doing, he invited the wrath of influential elites who never forgave him for challenging the status quo.

In Washington, a Minister from Jordan told me how Quaid-e-Awam had inspired a whole generation of diplomats with his stirring speeches at the United Nations. He said that they watched the videos of his speech to learn from him.

Such was his power of speech that he never needed notes. He spoke from the heart. He made his audiences laugh, he made them cry, he could whip them into frenzy and he could motivate them to shed aside despair to rise and build a great nation.

The President of Kyrghiztan and the Prime Minister of Nepal both told me how his judicial murder had changed their lives and the nature of their nations. The first demonstrations, which snowballed into movements of freedom and democracy for their countries, began protesting his unjust hanging.

His fellow student said to me, he had a grand passion for Pan Islamism.

Zulfikar Ali Bhutto was passionately committed as a Muslim to the concept of Muslim unity. He spoke of the Soldiers of Islam and of an Islamic Nuclear Power to bring Islam at par with other civilisations. He spoke of an Islamic Common market. He sent the armed forces of Pakistan to defend Arab lands threatened with Israeli aggression in the Middle East war of 1973 known as the Ramadan war.

At his initiative, the Organisation of Islamic Countries held an Islamic Conference in Lahore in 1974. That Conference was co hosted by King Faisal of Saudi Arabia. Both of them would be assassinated in quick succession ending a dramatic moment of leadership in Muslim history which could have forever altered its course.

It was an historic conference, beyond platitude. It was the conference which recognised Yasser Arafat as the sole spokesman of the Palestinian people. In so doing, it undid the fractious nature of the Palestinian movement. It laid the groundwork which would enable President Arafat to legitimately negotiate on behalf of the Palestinian people for a Middle East settlement.

That conference also enabled Pakistan and Bangladesh to reconcile after a bitter war of separation.

In Simla, he did the impossible. He went there as the leader of a vanquished nation that had been divided in half by force. He went there with ninety thousand prisoners of war held as hostages, with territory lost, threats of Nuremberg style trials against the Officers and men of the Pakistan army. He went there at a time when General Manekshaw was threatening the break up of residual Pakistan.

But he took with him his intellect, his vision of history, the support and prayers of the Pakistani people.

And he succeeded in getting back the territory Pakistan had lost in the Western wing. Compare that glory to the attempts still made to get back parts lost by General Zia in Siachen. He succeeded in building with Prime Minister Indira Gandhi the Simla Agreement, which, although strained at times, has held peace in place for nearly three decades. He also got back the POWs without compromising on national honour or respect and prevented war trials.

All over the world, he inspired a generation with his stand against colonialism, imperialism and the unjust war in Vietnam where Asian blood was being shed. He took pride in being an Asian and had good terms with Third World leaders. President Sukarno of Indonesia treated him as a son whilst President Nasser of Egypt gave him affection. President De Gaulle, Yugoslavia’s Tito and the giants of the time held him in esteem for his intellect had a power that inspired awe. When he met the young American President, Kennedy took his hands in his own and said, If you had been an American, you would have been the President of the United States.

Powerful statesmen, the American President George Bush and National Security Advisor Henry Kissenger, praised him for his brilliance and his statesmanship. The Chinese leaders Mao Tse Tung and

Premier Chou en Lai treated him like family. King Fahd of Saudi Arabia regarded him as a brother and told me, I said it then and I say it now: his was an unjust murder. The Shah of Iran never knew whether to envy him or admire him.

The list is endless illustrating his special brand of intellect, charm and vision. And an ability to impress born of the politics of conviction and principle.

Such was his charisma that fans fainted when they saw him or touched him. Women lost their hearts to him, including royal princesses, first ladies and international film stars. But he was devoted to his family and walked away leaving many a broken heart in his wake.

Zulfikar Ali Bhutto joined the cabinet of President Ayub Khan as the youngest minister in the subcontinent. At first he adored Ayub as a son does a Father. But he soon became disenchanted. He thought Ayub too subservient to America. He disliked the politics of permits which saw the rise of a robber baron class of twenty-two families sucking the blood of the Pakistani people. He watched in dismay the nepotism where the relatives of Ayub enriched themselves. The final straw was the surrender at Tashkent where Pakistan, under superpower dictation, gave up what its sons and daughters in the 1965 war had won by shedding their blood as sacrifice.

He left and began a period of rumination and reflection. Ayub saw him as a threat and few dared to thwart Ayub’s will. The long line of cars outside 70, Clifton, his home, disappeared. It was a period of isolation. He threw himself into writing and came up with the Myth of Independence. He was a socialist and a philosopher, friends with Bertrand Russell, who wrote encouraging him.

At heart Zulfikar Ali Bhutto was a socialist. He was determined to defy Ayub and save the people from the clutches of feudalism, imperialism and neo colonialism. And so he formed the Pakistan Peoples Party in 1967.

He travelled far and wide preaching its message. He went to dusty villages at a time when roads had yet to be built. He travelled in the sun and in storms with his message that the poor people of Pakistan could change their destiny.

His was a powerful message that stirred the masses even as the capitalist oligarchy united to fight him. His was a message of egalitarianism in a hierarchical society; a message of redemption for those who had been slaves to feudal lords, tribal warlords and industrial masters.

His tours electrified the masses and shook the Nation. He defied death even as the assassination squads followed him from the deserts of Sindh to the mountains of Khyber. Military titans fell before him, Ayub and Yahya, who had sworn that Bhutto would never take power. But the floodgates of the people had been opened and they swept him to power.

During his tenure, he gave Pakistan the first representative constitution with full fundamental human rights. It was a liberal constitution guaranteeing women and minorities full rights in Parliament. The provinces got autonomy and the neglected tribal and northern areas prospered.

Land was distributed, labour given bonuses, job security, health facilities and a safety net. Women were appointed to the subordinate judiciary, the foreign office, the police and bureaucracy. The Karakorum Highway was built, Port Qasim, Kamrah Aeronautical Complex, Heavy Mechanical Complex, the nuclear program and cancer treatment centres in the four corners of Pakistan. The doors of education were thrown open for the children of the peasants.

It was a true renaissance. Pakistan became a leading voice in the world with the statesman Bhutto to guide the ship of state. The country prospered.

But in every golden period of history comes the point of decline. Lurking in the shadows was a General, outwardly pious who had been seduced when he led the massacre of Palestinians in Jordan.

In his dark heart he bred evil forces of ambition, disloyalty, treachery. When he heard the bugle call from beyond the borders, he answered it even as his gun blasted the Muslim codes of chivalry and loyalty to his benefactor. The PPP government was overthrown by a man who committed high treason and murder. His brutal and violent rule raped the nation until finally nature scattered his body in a ball of fire.

Zulfikar Ali Bhutto always prayed at the Mazaars of the great saints of the subcontinent. His signatures are there in the books of Ajmer Sharif and elsewhere. He regularly prayed at Data Sahib’s mazaar. In times of trouble he called out to Badshah Dastagir. For him, Omar was the greatest of Muslim Caliphs, Aurangzeb the greatest of Moghul Emperors.

The patron saint to whom he was most devoted was Lal Shabaz Qalander. His mother had prayed there when her new born son fell ill and doctors gave up hope. God heard the prayers of the young and beautiful Mother as she cradled her only son in her arms and called upon Lal Shabaz to beseech Allah to save him.

She dressed her son in the finest of clothes and made his bed of silken sheets. She was spared the horror of seeing her son, the hero of the people, imprisoned in a squalid death cell.

But even in that death cell, where the tyrants did not let him live before they killed him, his courage shone like a beacon encouraging men to take up arms to fight his tormentors, encouraging women to defy troops and encouraging children to protest an unholy incarceration. In him, the people of Pakistan, nay of the Muslim world, saw their hopes, their dreams and their aspirations.

He gave his life for the downtrodden, the discriminated, and the disadvantaged. He said he would show the usurpers how a leader of the people lives and dies. And he did.

Secretly he was murdered in the darkness of the night and his body flown to the land of his birth in Larkana while the Nation slept. A terrible hailstorm shook the desert land with huge pieces of ice falling abnormally as nature wept for a great man whose greatness was acknowledged the world over.

Zulfikar Ali Bhutto had said to his young Iranian bride Nusrat, when he married her, I shall be a shooting star brightening up the sky for one brief moment before disappearing forever.

He was Asia’s brightest star. There never shall be another like him.

Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto.
April 4, 2000.

Happy Birthday Aseefa Bhutto Zardari: the flag bearer of my martyred leader! – By Saria Benazir.

3 Feb

20130109_37Martyrdom remains the hallmark of the Pakistan Peoples Party – sway backside the folios and you would stumble on immeasurably extensive, and poignant marvels of struggle and sacrifice; nonetheless, a mention of which is by no means as much as indispensable – eyes torrent with incessant tears and sever the empathy, the cries reach up to the raptures; yet the doom loans a beam, and the bequest continues. “Benazir” valour comes to continuation and there is a resumption of optimism. True that she had to remain an eternal guidance and stimulation, and her apparition was to be reassigned for materialisation: History quoted her at the zenith of the golden books, and her name stands towering as an idol of egalitarianism, not only inPakistan, but her struggle sets an archetype for the entire world.

The soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto never lets a vacuity of headship – after every mayhem, from the very same mire arises a voice for democracy and the integrity of Pakistan – another episode of pliability to privations commences, a new segment of narration begins ending up in a perpetual and moral accomplishment for the family of martyrs – nevertheless, the struggle for the rights of the people has to persist, and someone has to haul forward the message for which my leader, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto gave her blood, leaving her three children in their adolescent ; yet, the intact homeland turned into an orphan, for her loss is an irretrievable one – No one is going to be Benazir again…  . True that, but sanguinity is never lost, when one gapes at President Asif Ali Zardari, Bilawal, Bakhtwar and Aseefa Bhutto Zardari – my Benazir continues to live on in them.

The heart demolishes into millions; she was not 15 yet, when she lost her cherished mother, Benazir; and nothing can ever reimburse for the loss of a parent. Yet, these instants at times become an impetus; and shove one to the implausible. Millions had lost expectation, but the hope invigorated with Benazir’s youngest, Aseefa Bhutto Zardari. With the ashy scarf hovering on her head like Benazir, she embodies the visualization for which her mother had so audaciously fought – the revelation of an enlightened and a flourishing Pakistan,Pakistan which is free from fanaticism, ailments and scarcity. Benazir’s nerve comes to subsistence with Aseefa’s catchphrases of “Jeay Bhutto”… the saga, which is never to terminate.

Citing her salient similitude to Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, who is discernible in her every smirk, and remains the rationale behind it, she has an immeasurably striking compassion as well : a sense of belonging to the underprivileged of the country, who would always glance for asylum from sorrows in Bibi’s phrases and manner – Aseefa carries on to fortify the bond of devotion and fidelity to her mother’s brethren; and the future generation of Pakistan, who are auspicious enough to be consecrated with a leader in her. As Pakistan’s ambassador for the polio eradication, Aseefa has rejuvenated Shaheed Benazir Bhutto’s epoch by conducting the polio campaign, incalculably lucratively. This is a cue of the early 90s, when Aseefa was the first Pakistani child to be vaccinated against polio. “Awareness is the first step for prevention. Help save a life today just by informing them of the vaccination. We want a #PolioFreePakistan comes out from a newly turned 19 years old, Aseefa Bhutto Zardari. Certainly, she is one of those ladies, who move Pakistan!

Carrying the pennant of Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, the Pakistani nation has a new leader, and an encouragement in the form of Aseefa. It is that crest which has always symbolized the derelict ones of the society, and prolongs to be the icon of empowerment for the women, and the only voice for the rights of the minorities, and those suffering bias. This is the indication of respite for the impoverished, and that of hope for the kaput. It is the foresight of a dawn, after the murkiest of nights, and I resolutely deem that InshahAllah, Aseefa will coerce her mother’s mission to conclusion.

Life ceases as I hear the name,

It stops, as I pen the name,

The wound deepens,

And there is no cure,

The voice remains unheard,

Facts remain unturned,

But I feel helpless,

Find myself clueless,

Appear to be speechless….

Mighty! What a huge test,

But yet, I’m blessed,

The legacy survives,

Not a matter of big connives,

But it’s fate, that has decided,

Gaze into Aseefa’s eyes,

It’s Benazir’s vision,

That is evident . . .

In the slogans of Jeay Bhutto,

In the ideas of Pakistan Khappay,

Accept it or nay,

It is the manifestation of dreams,

Aspiration of my beloved Benazir,

To see a polio free Pakistan,

The mission is quite hard,

Daughter Aseefa takes the charge,

And promises her mom,

To ensure the safety of every child,

From being crippled for life,

Bravo! A huge cause,

But the determination is too strong,

It’s Benazir Bhutto’s daughter,

Aseefa, who has made this promise…

From the Himalayas to the Arabian,

The lofty mountain tops,

The waves of the oceans,

The flowers in the heavens,

The doves in the paradise,

Chirp of my leader’s courage,

And attach a striking resemblance,

With Aseefa’s audacity…

They speak of Benazir’s relation,

With the masses, as their only hope,

A hope lost too soon,

But yet life does move,

The same blood flows,

And the legacy survives,

In Aseefa’s conduct….

She’s a shoulder to cry on,

For every being alike,

Like her mother Benazir,

Who gave the last drop of her blood,

Merely to protect her motherland,

To lighten the lives of her people,

With the light of education,

With employments available to all,

And no house, where the stoves lie cold,

And Aseefa is too committed,

To accomplish her mother’s dreams….

” I never got to say i love you as much as i wanted to, but i do- R.I.P BB </3″ – it will always feel like this 😥 x

Benazir lives in Aseefa Bhutto Zardari … ❤

Happy Birthday Aseefa, from the very nucleus of my sensitivity. My sentiments for you are so profound, that it is almost improbable for anyone to reach the divan of that sea. In the paradise, your birthday song is being sung!

Lots of love!


Jab Tak Souraj Chand Rehay Ga, Bhutto Teray Naam Rehay Ga!

My Heroine, Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari: the best daughter a mother could have! – By Saria Benazir.

30 Jan

490916-zardariPhotoonline-1357589756-839-640x480On the eve of January 25, 2013, I am obligated to inscribe a sensation, which is intense enough to grip every speck of my existence; yet remain truncated. It is the chronicle of a survivor – the oceanic of my feelings, and every gulp of air associated with my being yells out the catchphrases of “Zinda Hai Bibi, Zinda Hai”. Born in a terrain, known for its mayors’ longing for the Bhuttos’ blood, I am at pains to quote the names of those warriors, who, ostensibly undeterred by the forces of repression preserved their unyielding devotion to this patch of green, thus far desolate; and its people – creditable, yet impecunious. Alarmed by the cries of the exposed and famished countrymen, who sleep under the open skies in the gloomy winter nights, and those who bleed to the torment of losing their treasured ones, I protract my pursuit to find my heroine, who remains the axis of my entire planet, and who also happens to be a healer to the lesions of the dejected ones; about whom I had heard that she does live, for the martyrs never die, and their blood is bound not to go in vain. I had numerously read the account of a Savior who even after losing her father and two young brothers revisited her motherland – that was beseeching for her blood to ensure continuation, and she readily accepted that atrocious, nonetheless superlative destiny. I, for a second time cannot resist going through the captions of the 1990s, which read: “Baby girl, born to Benazir”. The name Benazir perforates the heart, for that is certainly, an implausible dream. The lyrics of “Apologies” initiate to cure the pang, and in the entire consternation, “Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari” materializes as a spring from the paradise – the everlasting gift, Benazir Bhutto Shaheed left for the inhabitants of her native land.

Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari is more than an idol of veneration for me – the portent of good fortune, Itty had to undergo more than everybody else for an egalitarian and affluent Pakistan as envisaged by her grandfather, Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto. She grew up to the vile upshot of the country’s political affairs; viewing her father behind the bars for most of her youth, and her mother, fighting for the people of Pakistan, and the fictitious corruption accusations against her family, banishments and detentions.

A “Benazir” daughter, Bakhtawar is!

As I come down the stairs to leave for the airport, my 7-year-old daughter, Bakhtwar, looks up. Casually waving, she says, “Bye, it was nice seeing you. Come back soon.”

“What do you mean,” I say. “I am your mother. I am stuck to you like that arm of yours for life.”

“But, Mama, my arm keeps going away,” she complains.

“But it always comes back,” I reply.

“Yes, it does, it does,” says my 8-year-old son, Bilawal, as he gives me a hug.

Bearing the Bhutto genes, Bakhtawar has learnt to sacrifice from the very beginning. From a very uncomplaining baby, who scarcely cried during the entire journey to the Bakhtawar, who keenly lent her moments to her mother’s binder to the people of Pakistan, she recognized the enormity, and the bondage of the mantle she was carrying.

It was a superwoman again who gave a concluding cuddle to Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto on her departure to Pakistan on October 18, 2007. However, the matchless mother did have dreams – those of spotting her dearest daughter at the zenith of accomplishment, and that was comprehensible, when she continued to message her about her university application during the rally

“How we sat and played cards, even argued for hours
And went out for movies, you couldn’t drop me to uni
Chance got taken away, If you lived one more day
I got so much more left to say”

Eyes fog to evoke the very appalling realism that she could not live up to the day, hitherto, on June 28, 2012, Bakhtawar made both her parents proud by graduating from the prestigious University of Edinburgh with a degree in Literature with flying colors.

“Nobody understands – they didn’t just take a leader
They took our mother from our hands…”

December 27, 2007 filched her mother from her, who was the sheer hope of millions. Heart thaws to recall those yanking instants when the firmament was actually stooping in approbation to the audacity of my heroine, and her uniformly fearless daughter, Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari. Those tears transformed into an adamant pledge to the cause of the martyrs, and from the jingles of “Pakistan Khappay” to “Democracy is the best revenge”, Bakhtawar always stood by her father, President Asif Ali Zardari. Mentality cannot impede to revert to the September 2008 afternoon, when she was seen stepping inside the Presidency at the side of her father, holding the Holy Quran in her hands. The other moment, when I saw her in Monaco, my eyes had been gaping at Benazir. The white dupatta, that characterized her mother was perched on her head, and I had seen a proud daughter in Bakhtawar, receiving an award for her martyred mother, and standing in the vicinity of her photograph with a scarlet flower for her – If you want to interpret a proper love story, don’t bother to go afar Benazir and Bakhtawar: I bet you would never be able to find anything better!

Bakhtawar is the mirror image of her mother, and the strength of her father.

Bakhtawar is a Benazir sister!

Like her mother “Pinky”, Bakhtawar continues to be a favorite child, and her friendliness with her siblings is beyond compare. Having constantly stood by her brother, Bilawal, who is also the Chairman of the Pakistan Peoples Party, Bakhtawar reveals the future of Pakistan – very brilliant and buoyant, for she has always offered insistent support to the young leader, who is now the depiction of Bhutto’s principles and the largest political party of Pakistan, the PPP. They are of course, the Rahul and Priyanka Gandhi of Pakistan! On the other hand, she has also dynamically volunteered for the anti – polio programme in Pakistan that is led by her little sister Aseefa Bhutto Zardari. Her enormous love for her baby doll is evident in her tweets, and every portrait of the family. A gorgeous illustration of it is the recent graduation ceremony of Bilawal Bhutto Zardari.

Bakhtawar is a Benazir leader!

She caught everyone by surprise by the manner she conducted herself in Monaco to obtain an award on behalf of her martyred mother, and later, on her foremost official address to the party workers of the PPP, the watchwords of “Zinda Hai Bibi, Zinda Hai” were accompanied by those of “Best of Luck Bibi”; who “Bibi”? That was my leader, and my sister, Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari. “Is mulk ki kismet ap k hatho may hay, so let’s make a difference…” – There was the regeneration of Benazir with every word she spoke – and how plainly she was sentient of her destination, and her rationale to serve the deprived masses of the country, and erect a better Pakistan, free from starvation, ailments and violence, which was Quaid e Awam’s vision, and for which the Daughter of East had laid down her life.

Bakhtawar has Benazir’s compassion, which aches to the torments of her countrymen, and this is not an idle claim. When the country was drowning to the shattering floods in 2010, it was Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari, who took the initiative to lend a hand to those dislodged sufferers by forming an NGO “Save the Flood and Disaster Victims Organization”, and during her entire vacations, worked untiringly to recuperate every house affected by the floods. She not only amassed funds for them, but also visited them to make certain that their leader did not let them suffer alone. “Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto is the most inspiring figure in my life. She was larger than life. I always thought of a tribute which could do some justice to her grand abilities. The very core aim of this NGO is inspired from her passion that was the true emancipation of the people of Pakistan. So I ask in her name for help. Let us come together and rebuild Pakistan. Let’s rebuild it in an even better way. Let’s turn this grave tragedy into an opportunity. We have to rebuild a new bright and shining Pakistani society, to which our commitment is total and unending.”

Moreover, she has protracted her mother’s dream of an educated Pakistan through the Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Institute of Science and Technology. Her hard work and devotion to the institute Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto so fondly established would undeniably be making her proud. Bakhtawar has placed her heart and soul in this soil, like her martyred mother, and has earned an enormous esteem and love in the hearts of her countrymen, who cite her as “Benazir Junior” – the only healer of the troubles of the marginalized!

To me, Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari implies an intact world, and I am certain that every fragment of my survival is dedicated to her. If I could, whittle her name on the skies with my blood, and make a red carpet for her with my very heart.

Happy Birthday to my heroine Bakhtwar!
Darling, You are the best daughter a mother could have…

Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto: The Allegory begins… – By Saria Benazir.

5 Jan

25238_103651856332953_100000644188114_100602_2684484_nBhutto-ism is an ideology, which surges like blood in our bodies. The slogans of “Jeay Bhutto” send frissons to the enemies of democracy. Nevertheless, when one unfastens the brutal myth of the far-fetched Bhutto heroism; one ends up kaput, with a derelict empathy. It gets implausible to count the tears, when one emerges to unwrap the very fable. Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto – Aah….The allegory begins!

“The High Seas are free for all” – with this intrepid avowal, Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto spoke for mankind at an International Conference in Geneva in March, 1958. Bhutto emerged on the world stage as Leader of the Pakistan Delegation to the UN in 1959.  To muster the support for Kashmir issue he successfully toured China,Britain,Egypt and Ireland.  He also held a series of talks with the Indian Foreign Minister Swaran Singh.    He was appointed Foreign Minister in 1963 and remained at that post until his resignation in June 1966. Bhutto made ineffaceable indentations on world community by his inimitable oratorical skills in United Nation’s General Assembly and the Security Council. He had the vision to build a strategic relationship with China at a time when it was isolated.  Zulfikar Ali Bhutto believed in an independent Foreign Policy which had hitherto been the hand maiden of the Western Powers.  During his tenure as Foreign Minister,Pakistan and Iran cemented a special relationship.  His opposition to the Tashkent accord betweenIndiaandPakistanled to his resignation from the government, as Zulfikar Ali Bhutto believed in a Foreign Policy of bilateralism in which no state would be entitled to interfere in Pakistan’s relations with other states.

The anecdote of Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto’s accomplishments is certainly too protracted. However, evoking his surfacing as “the leader of the people of Pakistan” – “Quaid e Awaam” can absorb oceans of ink. His historical struggle against the vicious government of Ayub Khan merits recognition. Indeed, it was only Pakistan Peoples Party, which managed to bring the politics to the chalets of the deprived and granted them a say in the affairs of the state. The very manifesto of the party glimmers and outshines, till the very day, and stands for perpetuity.

After the fall of Dhaka on December 16, 1971, Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto lucratively placed the derailed nation back on the track by renovating national institutions. Formed in 1947, the state had failed to pass an effectual and undisputed statute even after three decades of its establishment.  Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto’s lasting achievement was the unanimous adoption of the Constitution in 1973.  He established the  Pakistan Steel Mills, Heavy Mechanical Complex Taxila,  Port Qasim Authority, Quaid-e-Azam University, Allama Iqbal Open University, Karachi Nuclear Power Plant; thus,  invigorating the  prosperity, integrity and security of Pakistan.  Using his familiarity as Foreign Minister, Bhutto cemented Pakistan’s relation with Afro-Asian and Islamic countries and by 1976 had emerged as the Leader of the Third World.

Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto was the initiator of Pakistan’s nuclear programme. Even a layman is aware of what he so eminently nattered: “We will eat grass and make a bomb”. The Karachi Nuclear Power Plant was inaugurated by Zulfikar Ali Bhutto as President of Pakistan at the end of 1972 but long before, as Minister for Fuel, Power and National Resources, he has played a key role in setting up of the Pakistan Atomic Energy Commission. The Kahuta facility was also established by Bhutto. Under his guidance and leadership, Pakistan developed into the unique Muslim State with a nuclear capability for which he paid with his life.  In his book “If I am assassinated” written from the Death Cell, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto revealed how Kissinger had said “We will make an example of you”.

The Pakistan People’s Party won the elections held in 1977 with a large majority; but the conspirators soon joined hands with Zia ul Haq at the behest of foreign powers who feared Bhutto’s capacity of uniting the Third World countries and sought to punish him for developing Pakistan’s nuclear capacity, and imposed Martial Law upon the country on 5th July, 1977. Soon afterwards, Bhutto was arrested and on 18th March, 1978, was sentenced to death in a politically motivated murder trial. The majority of original Court was for acquittal but was whittled down to a 4-3 verdict by the retirement of two judges.   Despite appeals of clemency from several world leaders, Bhutto was executed on 4th April, 1979 – one of the worst examples of the judiciary, committing a murder!

Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto was the leader of the masses, and could sense the soreness of the demoralized slice of the public. He left behind the apparition of Pakistan, free from starvation, paucity, illiteracy, bigotry and radicalism. In his assassination, the third world was deprived of its idol – one, who could undauntedly speak for the just. Nevertheless, he did leave behind an undying bequest in the form of Pakistan Peoples Party and billions of adherents worldwide. Bhutto’s visualization would always remain the PPP’s undertaking and the flag bearers of the Pakistan Peoples Party have always given their blood to escort this dream to materialisation. Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto is the voice of the awaam, he is immortal – the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux does provide the proof.

Shaheed Bhutto’s history doesn’t necessitate to be quoted on documents or stated in the verdicts of the courts  – it is engraved too intensely on the soil, for which he and thousands of his disciples laid down their lives.

Jab Tak Souraj Chand Rehay Ga,

Bhutto Tera Naam Rehay Ga!

Happy Birthday, Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto! You live on with us, for “To live in the hearts of those you leave behind is not to die”…

NO bullet can kill the “Benazir” in my heart! – By Saria Benazir.

27 Dec

407104_155483681222002_100002811120744_151921_2093618108_n“I know death comes. I’ve seen too much death, young death”.

Benazir Bhutto is no less than an idol of worship to me – the name engraved on my compassion and psyche from my evolution and the very rationale of my continuation. Nevertheless, it is by no means an idyllic claim. Penning her name is agonizing, for her life and her struggle necessitate as much gallantry to be penned down. This name moves every essence, and the tale of my murdered legendary spiritual mother is too protracted enough to sop up every second of my existence, every drop of ink and each single tabloid, but I’d die leaving it unfinished. The flood of her reminiscences reaches its zenith on this very day, the unruly December 27, which left this nation orphan and bleak… After five years, the twinge has not departed, the abrasions wreaked by her assassination have grown even deeper and it’s dubious to even reckon that they can be cured – The soreness of losing her does amplify with every instant, reminding one of the valiant warrior princess, who laid down her life for the people of Pakistan – for you, me and our children, and for their future.

Benazir Bhutto is no longer the name of the bravest woman of this millennium – it is the name of an ideology now, it is the definition to democracy, struggle and sacrifice now. She’s a bequest and the legacy continues. An insight for all, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto continues to dwell in every psyche. Erasing her name is implausible; she has become perpetual in the annals of the precedent, her name being quoted on the apex of the golden books. I still crave for another June 21, 1953, but that’s restricted to a mere trance. Benazir exists as Benazir, with no analogous and this is the same case for the centuries to come.

This day, I can’t stop to screech out from the very bed of my sensitivity that Bibi, you’re my vigour and more vitally, my destination – my life. Courage like Benazir is a fable to subsist. Magnetism like her is a myth to possess, words like her are a legend to articulate and struggle like her is an allegory to portray. Her incredible astuteness and unyielding commitment and passion – astonishing! The words fall too short and I move on to search all the vocabularies, but one for Benazir ceases to be real – she is far beyond imagination. She’s too great to comprehend and her immense ardour to lead this nation to prosperity is too vast for any narrative. Nevertheless, she was the leader of the people, and gave her life serving them.

Rolling back the folios of the past, I covet to bring those instants back. Crowds which fervently waited to welcome her miss her this day – The slogans of JEYAY BHUTTO entail to be followed by ZINDA HAI BIBI now. “Meray Khoon ka suraj chamkay ga tau bacha bacha bolay ga, may baghi hoon, may baghi hoon”… – it’s the same instant now. This day takes me five years back – the view burns me to ashes and leaves me paralysed – the red sky, loaded with the colours of the Pakistan Peoples Party was the prophecy of anotherKarbala. “Yai baazi khoon ki baazi hay, yai baazi tum hi haro gay, har gar say Bhutto niklay ga, tum kitnay Bhutto maro gay”… echoed in every heart…. and after a few moments, my eyes caught sight of blood – a life taken too viciously. She was Saria’s world, which had ceased to exist after that moment.

December 27 – I implore you, to please be just to this blood. The world is callous, but Lord, nothing can match your justice. I beg you Lord to please never let this blood go waste. This blood carries the cries of millions of Pakistanis, who still struggle for their lives and their rights. Benazir Bhutto, as I knew of her was more than an icon of heroism and egalitarianism. She was the verve of trillions….

This blood is too sacred for me. Bibi – It’s your daughter’s promise to materialise your vision and die fighting for your cause, and following you in the form of President Asif Ali Zardari, Bakhtawar, Aseefa and Bilawal. It is Saria’s pledge that she would never let your anticipations down, InshahAllah.

With sheer love and respect,



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