No matter how much I try to digress, deny and pretend that it's all well, it keeps hurting. Pakistan is much like it's daughter "Mukhtaran Mai". It was gang-raped by Zardari and co., Obama and his seals and perhaps OBL and yet the criminals are roaming around freely, stomping on it's bosom. My country still breathes.
After my stay in USA, I fell in love with the country and it's people. The real America, where dreams come true. The American people, majority of whom don't judge you by your religion or appearance (true atleast for Boston), who stand up for the truth. But this is not true for the US government as is known. The number of times they've changed their story about Op Geronimo-EKIA is amazing. But since they are the masters, who has the courage to challenge them. Whatever details are inconsistent or conflicting will be scoffed upon and brushed under the carpet with the label "conspiracy theory".
And then Zardari and co., who think providing an explanation to the Washington Post is all that is required. The Pakistani people, "Ah never mind, they can take anything and everything!". It's true. I for one, don't have the courage to protest consistently (as yet). I dream about starting a hunger strike and then laugh at myself. I don't have the courage Allama Iqbal once prayed for his people to have. Why should I criticize others. I keep on living a full life...
As Iqbal prayed:
جوانوں کو میری آہ سحر دے
پھر ان شاہیں بچوں کو بال و پر دے
خدایا آرزو میری یہی ہے
مرا نور بصیرت عام کر دے
where he asked God to bless his children with wings and his vision; I pray that God accepts his prayer.
