He was forced to apologize because of his sermons.
He was forced to apologize because of his selfies.
Liberals were after him on why he left music, jeans, and the glamour world.
Conservatives were after him on why he shook hands with a model and why he took pictures with them.
This is typical of us Pakistanis. We don’t leave a moment of criticism on anyone even in their personal lives which has nothing to do with us.
(I wish we would have been that critical and cynical about our history, which we are always ready to brush under the carpet.)
We all ignored him when he was alive. We made fun of him. We ignored when he was attacked by Mullahs at an airport. We laughed with him and at him, but we didn’t cry with him.
Maybe it was better that Allah took him away from us filthy Pakistanis. And we were even denied of his last smile and funeral.
Junaid Jamshed was the biggest transformation of our times. He never failed except when we Pakistanis forced him to fail.
He was not a prophet. He was a man just like us, yet we wanted him to act sinless because of his beard. Or we wanted him to shave his beard and come back to music. Or we wanted him to shut his business and expensive brands. Or we were jealous of his success in every field. Or we don’t know what we wanted from him. Or maybe we should have minded our own business.
No sect and no social class in Pakistan allowed him to live in peace.