Few clarifications before we recap last 48 hours. I get lot of encouragement to do Vlogs but I have to leave Pakistan to speak the whole truth. That I can’t because my entire family refused to migrate. Half truth is not my cup of tea. So, I only have the option of speaking implied truth veiled in analogies of Mr Pakistan v Mr Khâñ. Besides, the thought of electrocution of reproductive organs by my own pupil is painful and humiliating. My priorities are Islam, Pakistan and Army and its personnel below Mr Pakistan. My only resent is that the blood of Shuhada & sincere sacrifice of lionhearted men in Khaki have not been honoured by Mr Pakistan. If you haven’t seen the movie ‘Lions for Lambs’ you wouldn’t understand the phrase ‘lionhearted lots for plots’.
Continuing our next part from where we left it. So, now Mr Khan was also a giraffe in the room. To acknowledge he matters Mr Pakistan decided to apprehend Mr Khâñ so that he could talk to him from a position of strength, so it happened. Mr Pakistan had to make it look like legal and constitutional thing particularly to show to the rest of the world. But again a fatal mistake of sending paramilitary forces to nick Mr Khan from court premises backfired big time. When, arrest of Mr Khan was announced, I was there on the road stuck in a roadblock at Faizabad. I saw people’s faces. They were calm as if they saw it coming. As if they wanted it to happen. Stuck for hours on the road, they were helping each other by offering water, managing traffic etc. Common people, women and children started pouring in from all side. They weren’t typical political workers. They seemed all ready for for any consequences. We parked the car beside the road and started walking towards Murree Road. While approaching Hamza Camp, we heard few gunshots. People dispersed but within few minutes they regrouped and started moving fearlessly towards the most feared camp in the country. It was sad to witness all this. It wasn’t an act of chivalry rather stupidity to die from blue bullet but from where did they muster this courage? I saw men coming to the venue with their young teenage sons. You may be overcome by your biases but me being Muslim Pakistani and ex soldiers was crying blood tears. Those men standing on the post were equal rather prouder sons of the soil but wrongdoings of Mr Pakistan brought them face to face with their own brethren. The videos coming from Lahore showed that the symbolic idols had fallen.
Too much outrage in too less time. The lava had erupted and was engulfing everything in its way.
Next and final part to follow.
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