The land of my parent’s birth, Pakistan, is 64 years old today. This is no day for celebration in fact it is a day of mourning. Leading up to 1947, 1 million human beings were slaughtered when the Indian sub continent was partitioned in the name of religion. The partition brought out the worst in Hindu, Muslim and Sikh character. Thus for me the dust of Pakistan has always been sacred as it contains the DNA of countless butchered dreams.
Although I am a British Born Confused Desi, Pakistan remains a constant source of pain and hope. Part of my schooling took place in Islamabad and I have lived and worked there. In short I have an intense almost OCD love hate relationship with Pakistan. For me Pakistan is PhD thesis gone wrong, BIG TIME.
All I ask is whether the major stakeholders in Pakistani society especially the media, the government, and the military junta have honoured the memory of those slaughtered in the creation of Pakistan? Successive governments are mirrors of Pakistani society which is addicted to intrigue, politicking and mediocrity. Unfortunately my people care more for entertainment and little for development.
Not until the elite class / establishment are truly willing to serve and the average Khan Pakistani lives for Pakistan we will continue to go from one tragedy to the next...
“Truly, God does not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves.” (Quran 13:11)