Sometimes I am amazed that I can still find myself in places where when I have a headache I would not be referred to a tablet but treated with a head massage. I am also amazed that we do not even expect anything more, from people we care about, then to ask us if we have taken a medicine for our pains. We don't expect anyone to bring us a cup of brewed tea or soup. We don't expect anyone to sit and hear our woes. Its all matter of fact now! 'Oh honey do you have a headache?, I hope you took a pain killer'.
Haven't written in a while and those following my blog would know by now that whenever something disturbing on the world scene happens, I stop writing. Its an irony because usually writers provide solace through their writings while I, lose all power of expression when I am disturbed. And then what is there to write? Follow any newspaper from around the world and there is only one message that you get: Pakistan is rapidly slipping into an abyss! I was born in the 70s and have grown up in the 90s, I have vague recollection of the 80s even though I was not old enough to understand what life under Zia's martial law was like but I have seen relay race of power between Benazir and Nawaz Sharif in the 90s but never in our history have we been so unsafe. Where every person big or small, significant or otherwise, powerful or weak, rich or poor is exposed equally to this invisible enemy. Call it what you might, Taliban, extremist, jihadi, Al Qaeda, seperatist, a murderer by any name is ...
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