We went to sleep last night at 10:30 after a monotonous hour of watching B continue to crawl slowly through the streets of Karachi. You can imagine what I felt when k brought the paper in. Only questions come to mind. Only questions. Why would a “leader” for the sake of hoo haa endanger lives? Why would the same “leader” cry upon arriving in the country but not know that lives will be lost the same day? Why would a “leader” come back to “eradicate poverty and unemployment” when everyone knows she is the one who ran away with the money in the first place?
In all this my poor city, my poor country suffers. Someone commented that its hard to remain patriotic after all this. Actually I find it easier. It’s love for the country that increases, the need to protect is, through prayers or actions or simply by living a good exmaple of a life. Its the hate of these “leaders” that goes up who dare put their pictures up with Quaid-e-Azam’s, thinking that their efforst could hold a candle upto something as grand as freedom, which he fought for and which we don’t know how to take care or cherish. It’s easy to feel strongly for the country now because you see her suffer in the hands of the “powerful leaders” who are using the lack of education and basic amenities to bribe and dupe people into dreams of a better tomorrow. Will the better tomorrow arrive? Possibly. As long these wonderful leaders stop arriving.