Saki Nama

When is death glorified?

When there is something fishy. Something wrong.

Doctors become doctors by their own choice. Like soldiers. Or pilots. Or engineers.

But these doctors are always on the front line. Right now they are risking their lives against corona virus. Other than that, a single random prick, which happens occasionally, can lead to HIV or Hepatitis.

These doctors have night duties. Most of them are on call. During 4-years’ FCPS training, 36-hours rosters twice a week are common. Yet no doctor is glorified. Even when they die in the ‘line of duty’. No badge of martyrdom. Because they were doing their job. And were paid. Simple.

Let us look at janitors / cleaners. They clean gutters. Our filth. There are thousands of janitors / cleaners who are working with the Government. It is said that one person dies or succumb to serious infections daily in the ‘line of duty’.

Yet there is no glorification. No allotment of plots. No badge. No martyrdom. Nothing. Because they are poor, illiterate, stinky, and doing their job. Simple.

Next come the polio teams. In the line of duty. In the line of fire. Threatened. Mocked. Killed. Yet they continue working. Without glorification.

Constructors, brick-kiln workers, engineers and managers are working all across the country. Even in dangerous regions where workers were killed consistently; thousands of them targeted based on their ethnicity. Yet, the work continued uninterrupted. It is visible. Roads, bridges and infrastructure. Without a name. Without a trace of blood. Without glorification of the deaths.

But then we have different rules for different things.

APS kids were glorified because their deaths resulted because of state’s failure. While Sahiwal incident kids cannot be glorified because they were targeted. Like raped kids. Used, abused and killed.

First of all, condolences for the dead pilot. Every life is precious. Like every F-16 is precious. Accidents can happen. Anything can happen. Cars collide. Trains derail. Planes crash. People die. It’s routine.

The problem is discrimination between the dead bodies and insult instigated on the dead bodies of some and not others. When one is flushed like a used tissue paper while other is glorified all across the country.

Just when people were supposed to ask questions like why aerobatics, why parade, what cost, etc., death was glorified. No questions. No ifs or buts. Only patriotic dumbness.

Pakistan and India are two dumb nations. But India at least has the guts to make movies like “Rang De Basanti”. These aircrafts are a source of corruption and bribery. Of millions of dollars. India has MiG and Rafale stuff. We have our very beloved F-16s.

So far, Pakistan has lost 10 F-16s. Not a single one in war. But okay, accidents happen.

What’s not okay is… that 23rd March has nothing to do with aerobics or parade.

23rd March was officially the “Republic Day” of Pakistan until it was robbed by dictatorship. It’s name was changed after democracy was jailed and the First Opposition Leader, Fatima Jinnah, was defeated and politically murdered.

But what happened in 1940 that day?

Quaid-e-Azam gave the stage to A. K. Fazlul Haq (aka Sher-e-Bangla) to present the resolution on March 23rd, 1940. He was the Chief Minister of Bengal.

The Resolution consisted of five paragraphs and each paragraph was only one sentence long. Although clumsily worded, it delivered a clear message.

The word ‘Pakistan’ was not used in the resolution and the official name of the resolution was Lahore Resolution.

It was in the Hindu newspapers including Partap, Bande Matram, Milap, Tribune etc., who ironically coined the name ‘Pakistan Resolution’. However, the idea was appreciated by the Muslim masses and the Resolution is more commonly known as Pakistan Resolution.

Lastly, the word “states” and not “state” was mentioned in the Resolution. It means that the authors of the Resolution were foreseeing two separate states in the north-western and eastern zones of India (i.e. Pakistan and Bangladesh).

Read the history of A. K. Fazlul Haq on what happened next. He went against the All India Muslim League by forming his own party but lost in 1945 elections. In 1947, he joined the League campaign to include Calcutta in Pakistan.

He became the Chief Minister of Bengal in 1952. In 1955, he was the Home Minister of Pakistan and, from 1956 to 1958, Governor of East Pakistan. He is remembered as a traitor in Pakistan even today.

Now tell me, what does 23rd March have to do with aerobatics?

Exactly!

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Glorification is advertisement too.
It sells. It gives you goosebumps.
And whatever sells, is business.
And we are mere consumers.
Just like Tyler Durden said…

Duffers!

No one minds when maulana sahib is delivering a khutba on ‘Hoors’. Their bodies, figures, curves, shifting from one intercourse to another, having a ‘stamina’ of 70 men and performing to eternity.

No one minds. Regardless of the venue or audience.

For men, the concept of the Hereafter revolves mostly around pretty hoors and sex.

And no one minds. Not even in mosques. Even though the khutbas ignite passion and it’s ‘hard’ to pray later on for ‘sensitive’ men.

Yet. No one minds.

But just when women claim rights to their own bodies – read ‘own bodies’ – things change. Shame emerges. The same numbed-shame, which barely yawns lazily at rapes and abuses and murders and injustices, wakes up.

When people are deaf, an explosion is necessary to make them listen. But when they are dead, nothing can wake them up. Maybe hoors. I don’t know.

Anyway. Let me give you an example. Do you know anything about Prof. Salahuddin of Gomal University? If no, then shame on you for spitting now.
If yes, then shame on you for not spitting as much as you are spitting now.

In 1998, a woman was killed in Kot Addu, Muzaffargarh, when a male member of the family found about her affair. A young girl tried to save her chachi but was also shot dead.
Two women were murdered. Male members of the family forgave each other and things were settled.

In 2019, sister of the murdered young girl had a love marriage. Her family called her home to make peace. She and her 6 month old son, were shot dead. The husband forgave the family and things were settled.

Maybe it would be news for you but incestuous relationships are quite common in waderas and jageers of South Punjab and Sindh, where women are nothing more than wombs.

I can go on and on and on to tell you where women have suffered even after marrying, while men have roamed free even after rapes and murders.

But you don’t mind. Because perhaps, you don’t have one.

Tackle your hypocrisy before teaching religion. Religion isn’t a buffet where you can pick what you want and leave what you don’t like.

Let them speak. Let them share what they have gone through. Debate, if you disagree. But don’t create hurdles.

Don’t play the religion card.

Not here.

Not with me!

Khalil ur Rehman Qamar is one good reason that Aurat March should be organized. Everywhere. In every single city of this country.

This ugly mentality, the uglier use of words and the ugliest hatred towards the opposite gender, should be dealt with a no tolerance stance.

This society never came out with banners against child abuse. Never organized any rally / event to put things into place. Most of the rapists and abusers walk free while the abused and raped ones are shamed forever.

Those who never ever shuddered about kids being raped in mosques and madrassas, are suddenly terrified that their religion is in danger. Because of women. Women?

I don’t know when Kids’ Day will see light and the “slogans” will jolt the men of religion again.

This religion was never in danger. Only it’s male followers have been. Who ridiculed it. Made fun of it. Used it for power. Used it for money. Used it for influence. And used it to go free with blood on their hands. Men. Always have been men.

There should be victims’ day. Separate day for separate victims. Victims of rape. Victims of child-molestation. Victims of violence. Victims of blasphemy. Victims of judiciary. Victims of religion.

I am not a fan of Marvi Sermad. Not in agreement with all kind of slogans. Not in favor of those who take the limelight for personal interests. But if something is not igniting violence or discrimination, then freedom of speech / expression should stand.

“I Disapprove of What You Say, But I Will Defend to the Death Your Right to Say It.”

Sharing an old post:

You know ladies! You should be proud that you are not men. You should be happy that you don’t have this mardana kamzori, where you have to grab, re-position and aim your little circumcised brain every 5 seconds in public.

He used to teach numerous kids. He was not gay. That’s haram. But that day he couldn’t control himself. He did not allow a kid to go home until the lesson was learnt. The lesson was learnt a little before 8 pm, with blood dripping from his back. A little erection, which couldn’t satisfy his wife ever, destroyed a life forever.
May God never have mercy on us.
Amen!

The drama was all about army and cadets and parades and stuff. But it will end with PAF’s victorius stunt. What else is there to show? “Narowal sector me bharboor jawabi karwai!”

Hamayun Saeed will play Major Ram’s character. After all he’s our “do takkay ka” Shahrukh Khan. Wish Sahir Lodhi could have been opted for instead.

In a scene, Abhinandan will utter, “Tea is fantastic… as it was in 71”. This will piss Hamayun Saeed and he’ll shout, “Talk about the present, Abhinandan.” And Abhinandan will reply, “Ok! Tea is as fantastic as it is in Kashmir.”

Long story short, Abhinandan will go free and will become duffers’ hero on the other side of the dufferism i.e. India. While here, we will utter “fantastic” in a loop.

The protagonist will embrace martyrdom in an operation. This will give you goosebumps and teary eyes. You will feel patriotism running through your veins; numbing your brain.

Finally, trash will be off-air.

If “Mere Pas Tum Ho” can qualify for cinema screen, then the standard here is already set. No surprise.

Both these dramas would have collapsed in under 2 minutes in front of Asma Jahangir. But that’s another thing.

I think no other two countries would have suffered that much because of blind patriotism as Pakistan and India have. The border only divides the two huge crowds. Always ready for war and blood and missiles; meanwhile dying of hunger, thirst, illiteracy, crime and corruption.

Fighting in cricket. Fighting on poor-sectors of the border (never heard of “gola bari” at Lahore’s DHA sector near the border). Keeping the war business alive.

And media business too. Easier than war – provoking the same insights.

P.S. I watched “Once upon a time… in Hollywood”. It’s fantastic.

It’s time – “high” time – we make abaya compulsory for kids, young boys, young girls, dead ones, living ones, hens, cows and goat.

Everything that breathes.

Including meat. Remember Dhuan of Manto? A warm and fresh peice of meat can be a source of an erection too. It should be covered. Before and after sale.

We are told about a time of jahliya in Arabia. People used to bury their daughters alive. Can you imagine that they were better than us? They were!

Had we been living during that time, things would have been different. K-2 might have been raised and thrown over this part of the world.

We are an in inferno lower than of jahliya’s time. We don’t bury kids alive. We keep on producing. We keep on abusing. We keep on killing. And we keep on burying. Without hesitating.

We cry, we moan, but we don’t stop. Millions of kids are here. You can choose and abuse. Like a buffet. But remember to dump the body. Cut it into pieces. Mutilate it. Feed it to dogs. Throw it in a nallah.

People understand economics, finance, engineering, politics, history… why won’t they understand erection?

Karachi. Kasoor. Lahore. Peshawar. Islamabad. Anywhere.

Notice. Suo Moto. DC to answer. DPO suspended. Forensic lab in limelight. PM upset. CM clueless. It’s the same old routine. Same old protocols to handle habits and erections.

Kashmir banay ga Pakistan? God forbid!

But do cover. Cover everything that breathes. Including animals. Anything with an asshole. Cover it. Like a crime.

Penises, so many penises. Mostly – a source of humiliation. Some couldn’t rise and many couldn’t sustain. The whole country is obsessed with mardana kamzori. But statistics say differently. Everyday, we abuse 10 kids.

Schools are not safe. Madrassahs are not safe. Streets are not safe. Even relatives are not safe. What can be done? There is no answer. There is only misery. And misery will prevail. Because we see, we shout, and we become normal.
Until we are jolted again.

Last year, young Zainab’s father said that the head of JIT should be a Muslim. His consciousness was amazing. The rapist and killer of his daughter was a Muslim. Apparently, a pious one. He was trialed. And hanged. An example was set. Zia’s time was remembered.

But we fucked up again. Our security, our existence, and our future is as stake; but we keep this religion and abaya card alive for personal scores. So what now?

Riyasat-e-Madina loading…

How to keep our kids safe?
Honestly, take contraceptives. Use condoms. Vasectomy. Let the kids stay in the heavens. But our selfish nature will not allow us to do that. Then what?

Tell them about inappropriate touches. Teach them about private body parts. Tell them the limits, danger zones, and preventive measures. And make sure that you are friendly enough that they can share and talk about everything / anything with you.

You know ladies! You should be proud that you are not men. You should be happy that you don’t have this mardana kamzori, where you have to grab, re-position and aim your little circumcised brain every 5 seconds in public.

Dilemma is: there is another world to be seen yet; inferno.

Question is: if hell is to be seen yet, then what the fuck is this?

He used to teach numerous kids. He was not gay. That’s haram. But that day he couldn’t control himself. He did not allow a kid to go home until the lesson was learnt. The lesson was learnt a little before 8 pm, with blood dripping from his back. A little erection, which couldn’t satisfy his wife ever, destroyed a life forever.

May God never have mercy on us.
Amen!

It is easy to show concern when you are away from responsibilities.

As soon as a fight ends, you always see people emerging from all sides. “Me hota to”, “Me ghar per nahi tha werna” happens. All those who were not present in the fight, emerge as loud mouths showing great concern and “if” scenarios.

Similarly, children who leave their parents and settle abroad, show more concern for their parents’ wellbeing. They know they don’t have to do anything, so they care more.

Expatriates are the same way. Settling abroad but being ultra-patriotic. They know they don’t have to bear the heat or loadshedding or steep inflation or anything; so they chant more. Their social media is all about “what to do” and “how to do” for Pakistan because they know they don’t have to do shit.

Pakistan has one of the highest number of people settled abroad. People have to take time to get appointments after months because embassies are full of requests for immigration. Fake asylum attempts are at their peak. Ask anyone and you will find every other person having a dream to settle abroad.

I have seen Pakistanis and their realities abroad. Just to settle, they do jobs which they wouldn’t ever consider in Pakistan. After doing Masters and PhDs, they opt for below-blue-collar jobs. Coming back to Pakistan is nothing less than a nightmare.

Well, it is your right to live anywhere and settle your ass wherever you want. No one can argue with that except your family. The point is; just don’t be a hypocrite. Be honest.

If you didn’t enter the fight at the first scene, don’t chant “if” stories later. Don’t be a hypocrite.

If you have left your parents or loved ones for prestige abroad, don’t be a hypocrite when you are already beaten up by your selfish self.

And if you have left your country, for another country, for better future and better life, just accept things are better outside for a reason. And stop telling others about patriotism and responsibilities when you don’t even count here or there or anywhere.

In a crowd, there is usually one person who takes charge to stand out in the fight. Whether he beats or gets beaten is another thing.

In a pool of kids, there is usually one who takes care of parents in their old age. Even after doing everything, s/he doubt himself / herself all the time. In the end, s/he has neither prestige abroad nor money here but that’s another thing.

And in a population of millions, there is usually one at a time who shines in the whole country. It can be Abdus Salam, Edhi, Jalib or Asma Jahangir. How s/he is treated by the rest of the country is another thing altogether.