REMINDER: Karachi is Pakistan, too.

I’m sure many of you sincerely believe in the words of Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the Two Nation Theory, the ideology of “Pakistan”, and everything “Pakistani”, but as Karachi burns, bleeds and cries, I don’t see my “patriotic” Pakistan come out. Why? Because maybe, it’s not Islamabad (the heavenly, green capital) and maybe, it’s not Swat (the beautiful vacation spot everyone wants to go to). Oh, no. It’s JUST Karachi. I know friends of mine say, “Oh, you’re from Karachi? Life must be really bad there. Thank God, Islamabad/Lahore/Rawalpindi/Peshawar/Quetta is very safe from all that nonsense.”

It honestly hurts me when people say it like that. Karachi is burning tonight. It was burning yesterday. It will most probably burn tomorrow too, but who gives a damn? Seriously, if someone did, MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE STOPPED BY NOW. They removed Taliban from Swat, didn’t they? They didn’t need endless number of stretchers, a billion ambulance sirens running around the megacities, thousands of innocent deaths to stop, but for Karachi, this isn’t the “necessity of the moment”?

Believe it or not, Karachi is the most important part of our nation’s economy. If you can’t care about it because you don’t belong from there, at least care about where your money is coming from.

I’m sorry. Tonight, my “Pakistan” let me down. It would be really nice if ALL Pakistanis owned up to Karachi - maybe then it would really be Pakistan.

Please, don’t give me a crap about unity again. 

P.S, 800 people have been killed this year in Karachi, 748 in the entire 2010. It’s only August now. 4 more months to go. 

“I feel my heart ache, but I’ve forgotten what that feeling means.” - Chuck Palahniuk

Its Rained Tonight..!!!

It was absolutely beautiful. It started with this gale, and light little drops, and then eventually you had silent lightning and fast rain and a cool cool atmosphere, and that beautiful sound of the leaves rustling. It was dark, but you could still make out the trees, and see the light behind the clouds every once and in awhile. Cars would pass by, with high beams hitting the trees, you could hear the splatter of the water on the road.

And then, i saw it; the proper real lighting, with the crooked white bolt against the dark purple clouds. It happened a few more times. Then the rain stopped, and it was just lightning, and then thunder. And then the rain restarted, and now its really coming down.

I just feel so much when it rains; its like i can feel the essence of the earth speaking to me; like i can travel back in time, before borders and races and creeds, to just the time of creation. Thats what makes nature beautiful, its endless and eternal, so whatever thunder storm you’re going through, chances are your ancestors went through that same storm not too long ago. And then the essence of the earths past becomes one with the earth, and that becomes one with you....