The Life Of A Pakistani!

The first page of every newspaper is enough to give you goosebumps, take care because you might spill your tea due to the horrendous mishaps that occur everyday in almost every city of Pakistan. Some say, due the persistent attacks Pakistanis are left with no empathy or shock for those who were just murdered brutally by God knows whom!

But i firmly believe that no matter how staunch, obdurate or insensitive you are, somewhere deep down you feel ‘weak’. A blast or an attack, in a far-fetched area might not affect you. But when it is your own city or sometimes your own neighborhood…….you are just left a little more assailable and devastated!

Did you just hear a mother crying over her son’s the dead body who was martyred while catching a few terrorists? It cuts your heart, so that you bleed out all your anger and frustration?

A man who slaughtered his own family because of poverty leaves you pondering for hours. An act of insanity or a wise decision to protect them from dying of hunger? It just hits you….and it hits you hard.

A normal human can’t sustain such amount of savagery, so we try to distract ourselves. Some get drowned in their career and others start living a lie to pretend as if nothing happened. But when we take a step into realities, we experience the same trenches of poverty and shackles of inhumanity. When you hear about a blast near a place which you visit everyday, it make you quiver. You have a flashback of all those people you saw there yesterday. Are they still alive? Or they are the victims of this act of violence?….Am I lucky that i survived? What if i was there at that point of time? Then my life would also have been wasted as just ‘another victim’ of an attack.

I met a foreigner and we started a discussion about current affairs. He said that all Pakistanis must be used to attacks and violence since excess of it makes you apathetic. But is it that easy to become numb? No! Its not.

No matter how long you have been living in summer……..the heat of sun still excruciates & makes your body sweat.

No matter how long you have been hiking the mountains a rock thrown at you………… still hurts you in the head.

No matter for how long people have been slaughtered………each time the color of the blood is still red!

I Carry This Joy in My Footsteps, Making My Way Back To You!

Have you ever felt the rush, the obsession and the ultimate desire to see someone at that moment ?…and then, without considering the circumstances… without wasting another second…with or without anyone else…..you ran and rushed to meet that one person?

If you haven’t, then you certainly are unfamiliar with the zest and vigor this urge adds to your body and mind. The thought of being with that one blurs any marks of fatigue from your forehead. The ‘peace’ you attain from meeting her definitely devalues the pains you go through to be with her! Continue reading