A stagnancy we can proudly claim; the pattern of terrorism, those killed and the killers- all remains the same-of course except for the killers names- they change as fast as leaves fall in autumn.
Our regime's magnanimity know no bounds;it gifts the oppressed with distress, healthy able bodied men with disease and trauma,and for all this it asks for nothing but silence. Never have our countrymen payed their dues so enthusiastically as they do with apathy of a collective conscience. .
Zakir Husain, survivor and amputee of Mastung Blasts asks a simple question to which I have no answer; "Tell me,what is our sin? Why we are being repeatedly targeted? Because we are Shia? Are we not human beings? Do we not have a right to live?".
Unhesitatingly he replied," No. I would still choose to be on that bus- may all my limbs and my life be sacrificed for Imam Husain (a.s).Even if my family,my children or even my parents are sacrificed it wouldn't lessen my love for Imam Husain(a.s)".
Surviving & suffering from the realities of Shia genocide daily & then uttering those words is beyond the realm of ordinary verbal testimony.There is something unreasonable and mildly maddening about such unconquered, relentless love
Zakir Husain, (survivor of Mastung Blasts) needed help in being carried up a flight of steep stairs.
That man in white, a kind stranger offered to help us. On 23rd October,there were two incidents of terrorism claiming 9 lives of Shia Hazaras. He was one of them.
Never could we imagine we'd documented a martyr to be; albeit a small cost to those frantically purifying Pakistan.
Successive democratic governments have grossly failed to provide adequate security, and the judiciary is a farce mocking all pleas for justice- it is shameful and sorrowful that our people have only heart felt prayers to rely on.
Love that mothers can no longer shower on their children are showered on their graves. Gently, quietly and painstakingly- with forever to kill.