This post first published at “The Pakistani Spectator”
Pakistan is a place that always loves to keep a spot in the news and mostly not for good reasons same goes with the Pakistanis either living in it or carrying the name of the country around the globe. I can still remember when my professor at University of West of England asked me “Rai why your country and mine always love to be in the news for not so good reason and put us in a situation where we are not able to explain it”. That professor was from Iran, another troubled place. I was talking about Pakistan and its fixation of being in the news, this trend has nourished us with a mindset that everything should be done with the aim to create a good show. That is why our protests go brutal and violent even if we are raising voice for something right we end up with doing something heavily wrong.
No one in this who is fully satisfied with life, one way or the other life is a test for all of us. Some live to see the successful conclusions and a few have no choice other than embracing death, the opposite of life. It has been said that life is a gift and blessing but what options one have other than death when this blessing itself become an unbearable pain, a pain that one cannot even imagine without going through it. She was one of those who made decision to quit life and start a journey however that journey started from the sixth floor of the building with first stopover at the stoned ground and from there her soul left the painful body to start the new journey with the hope of justice in the next world.
It was 16th December, the day when the East Pakistan was no more a part of Pakistan. The world saw a new country emerge on the face of the earth. It’s been 39 years now but the harsh memories are still alive. What actually happened? It still remains a mystery, perhaps it’s been presented in a way that it looks like that. History is one thing that was ruined and spoiled by everyone who got a chance to do so. The case of Dhaka fall isn’t any different.
