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A little boy of nine, a back bencher in my class of about 40 suddenly came into my attention. It was their Islamiat period and I was standing in front of them and trying to convince these little kids that God wasn't a menacing and ferocious being and didn't want people to die in his name when I suddenly noticed this kid. He was trying to hide his tears which were falling at a greater rate then his wiping ability and his face had crumbled. Since I was probably the only one who had noticed this and wanted to preserve his young pride, I tried to continue with a heavy and wondering heart. When the bell rang, signalling recess, all the kids rushed out of the class. I sneaked a look at this little boy and saw him bent down almost half way into his bag hiding his face from his classmates. When all had left he peered furtively and when he saw me looking at him, ducked promptly. I gently went up to him, pulled a chair beside him and asked him what the matter was. His tears started fal

Grey Hair and wrinkles, Love handles in thirties twenty buck Roses with down turned expressions These are some of my least favourite things Empty mail boxes Cats out patrolling Classes on Fridays early at 0930 These are some of my least favourite things Winter in mid April Inbox not opening Washing bathtub with bleach and scrubbing These are some of my least favourite things Chicken at lunch and chicken at dinner On Monday and Tuesday going into Wednesday Same 'ol chicken day in and day out These are some of my least favourite things

Are we running out of options to save something more important than religion, national unity and economy, something absolutely integral and that is our very survival. Survival not of the state or nation but of the individual. Human beings are selfish and it is important to accept it, respect it and have no illusions about this and that is why I say it is not about someone with a burqa in North Waziristan , nor about a bearded guy in Swat, its about Sunny going to Hot spot in Islamabad, or Hadia going to buy shoes at Ehsaans in Liberty Market. Its crystal clear who is under attack, its the common man/woman in Pakistan. We are under attack. Our way of life, our existence! NWFP is under Taliban rule and lets not mince any words about that. Balochistan was already fighting with the central government for its rights and now the allied forces of NATO have targeted the 'Taliban' there, whats next is no enigma, Taliban will surely move (if they are not already present there) to fi